Another thought arose, seemingly out of nothing. Isn’t that incredible? It appeared as such:

‘Like the bedsheets would crinkle in the nest of our love, I had hoped to watch your skin wrinkle, too.’

Yet to make its sense. I figured it is of death. I think I was listening to a sombre instrumental when …

How long would it take for an animal to cross a road if it didn’t have the intention of crossing the road in the first place?

How many times has a face appeared in history?

How many times do enemies breathe the same air?

A few questions randomly appeared to me. How come they can do so, so easily? Is …

So there’s this story about two blokes at the beach, feet dug in sand and arses plonked on deck chairs; piss froths at their stubbies. Life is good.

The porky lad is named Mudflap who sports a hat, and another fella named John. Mudlap’s name came from the fact that he debuted a mullet from the age …

Is that a date? Ha, wouldn’t you like to know. There isn’t any significance to the number, only that it appeared in my head and the number sounded kind of cool - twenty-forty-two. It has a beat. Twenty-Forty-Two. Two syllables for twenty and forty. One for two.

None of this has any matter. Nothing …

So, at the end of last year I cut the back of my leg with a pointed metal bar - its intentions were meant for smashing concrete slabs in the front yard of my brother’s house. Fantastic. What a day this would be, I had thought prior. A bit of landscaping. The sun in the sky and clouds right …

I think a big part of getting old is that you get tired.

Tired in your heart, mainly. But also, tired in your legs.

Whoever ‘they’ is, once said that your legs go out beneath you, and that your heart goes out.

But when a new energy comes - sometimes I get a new energy after a meal, especially if …

Somewhat in disbelief that I actually put myself in another room and sat down to do a few little posts. Different thoughts, just at random. Things interrupt me very easily. My mind can go which-way-and-that. A change of song or a thought crept up disguised as another thought. But then if I think too …

The old-man is a good-man and was once full of fire and might. The old-men lose the fire. It’s passed to the next. This feels like it was written by a cave-man, a bit brief and stumped.

What I’m trying to say is that there’s a gentle-man in the old-man now. A man that has learnt the hard way …

What could this be? An attempt at a post, no doubt. But what to write? I feel the last few years have been filled with so much. I could pick anything, anywhere - anyone - and write.

I could start with myself, in my backyard, an hour ago, throwing a tennis ball (purple, in colour) into the air as …