sentaaaa-mentalllll

I like looking in my bag, searching for something small and finding it covered in sand from the beach. I like finding old items that are worth zero money but are of great sentimental value. I have this beer bottle in my cupboard right, there's still little drips of beer inside it and every time I look at it, wow. Hey, I like to organising cupboards, A-Z, colour coded or in a pretty pattern.
I try so hard. Outcome - nothing.
Ha, every things made for nothing. But if nothing is zero. Nothing, is everything.
Shit. Evening audience x

Jokers to the right.

Sitting here.
On the loungeroom floor, filthy actually. Stephanie, to the left of me in a 'royal' red bath towel. With the thought repeatedly flowing through my head, 'put some clothes on, Stephanie. Put some clothes on, Stephanie'. Wow, I looked at 1:00:00AM precisely. Ha dead, good night.

Phranang Cave Beach & Railay, Thailand

It has got to be my favourite realistic place upon this Earth. Immense levels of utter chill. You walk along the beach which is might I say, the footpath in Melbourne terms. You have the occasional "thought session" with yourself where you appreciate your discoveries and grasp tightly onto them so they don't float away. I mean, you can't hold everything in your brain. Totally off track: I remember I used to ask my papa bear, "Dad, who is the smartest man in the world?" He'd reply, "I am, Bru". I was in clear astonishment to as I had known the smartest man in the world my whole life. Then I grew up, becoming a naive little girl that actually thought Blink 182 was so rocken and no band in the world could over come their beloved music. Oh boy, was I wrong... I reminisce these questioning memories, particularly my papa's, 'til this day, I do think he is the smartest man in the world, and boy do I fucking hate it! See, what the fuck? Myself rambling on like so, I guess Melbourne is a great place. Phranang Cave Beach, Railay, Ao Nang whatever ! They're simply the greatest.