blackhole sun

"it's really difficult for a person to create their own life and their own freedom. it's going to become more and more difficult, and it's going to create more and more disillusioned people who become dishonest and angry and are willing to fuck the next guy to get what they want."

- chris cornell

productive life

i really feel like feeding some birds at the mo. but i don't have any birdseed.

i never

i managed to melt my spicey lamb chops last night. really weird. they didn't burn. they just melted. never seen meat melt before. it just goes black and melted-like. i got a fright when i opened the oven. black stuff oozing all over the place. so i skipped the chops. had to make do with salad. with some cheese on top. went to bed hungry.

we went diving last wend. on an island off the east coast of malaysia. really beautiful place. and some cool chilled out diving. except for that fish. little fucker kept on biting me when i took off my mask during my refresher dive.

legend

a year ago today three taches set off into the wilds of africa. strong and free and ginger. ready to stare adversity in the face and carry on regardless. i’d like to say that they came through unscathed. that they managed to tame the beast. but i would be lying. it was alarming how quickly they reverted to a feral state of existence. it was the pure beauty of the beast. africa. the tach graveyard.

one year on and only the hollow shells of the taches survive. broken shells. cracked polystyrene shells. that just crumble and burn. the taches have been lost to the jungle. existing only in the thick mist of rural african legend.

i hope that one day they’ll understand.

until that day…

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