Those women at Smithfield are a pack of witches

So proud of my mum!!

Subject: Those women at Smithfield are a pack of witches

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Hey you

Yeah you.
I want to come home to you every night.
Let's start a life together ...
A challenge for us both.
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Waiting for summer...

There's no decent street pizza in Adelaide

For serious

The heart breaks...

When i lived in Cairns, I had this friend who was two years younger than me. We met at a party and used to hang out a lot together, and me being the token person with a licence i drove her around a lot. We had so much fun and i made heaps of new friends through her. Albeit i'd say their not true friends as i wouldnt have a clue where any of them are now. It all kind of stopped when i moved to townsville for uni - we kept in touch for a little bit, but not that much.

I just stumbled on her "space" filled with semi nude shots of her, and her stripper friends. The face is so drawn out, her skin so gaunt, my heart sunk right to the ground. I knew she'd had some shitty boyfriends and didnt know what she wanted to do with her life, but to see a pale skeleton of the girl i used to know really made me think. It reminds me a little of that lazy boy song.. underwear goes outside the underpants. I wonder what would have happened if i'd still been there to.. "guide her" through the growing up part of her life after school?

I'm sure it wouldnt be different, because people choose their own paths, but it really makes me think.

Here I am again for another reason
Just another man just another reject
Been plotting plans been paper dreaming
You don't care who I am or what I believe in
You feel you have it all
Because I'm Hysterically fatigued
You don't understand whats happening to me

Your smile touches everything
You can't take that away from me
I'll chase the chaser endlessly
Until the chaser chases me

I live for the days I finish work in time to drive towards the sunset
I live for the mornings he doesn't have to get up for work
I love the way his hand rests on my waist when I least expect it
I long for the weekends in another place
I miss the drunken nights when the only one person we can see is each
other
I love the way I feel so comfortable in his surroundings
I need the times it feels so right to say nothing at all....

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So on a new level of maturity and a strange develoment of nerdiness
accompanied by a rare neediness and longing, I find myself sitting in
a dimly lit bar, with an almost empty pint and severly engrossed in
the e book version of George orwells 1984 on my I phone. What has the
world come to?
Think I need to go home to my empty house?
Not so much.........
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