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'as Tom Fickard said in his short novel Rides of the Wave, "when the urge comes to give your fellow human a thrashing, resist and ice the temples, if the urge persists rub ice around the opening of the anus for a guarantee removal of violent thoughts..."
a short tip from Ham Jams extensive collection of literature' - Oneseven mailer for this week.

check out this idea. I'm so gonna try this next time I want to beat the crap out of somebody. ... Hmmm... I guess this assumes your violent reaction is not a spur of the moment thing. Like you're sitting at home, reflecting on the week's events and suddenly realise that that guy at the 711 is always really rude to you. Then you ice the temples, and the anus if need be. :)

But if you're out and about, chatting with friends in the pub, and a guy breaks a pool cue over your back, like in some western movie. Well, do walk over to the bar and ask the barpeople for some ice??? Possible. Situation could be averted. But....

What if you were on the road, a stinking hot day and some arsehole is trialing you like 30cm behind the whole way. When you move over to let him pass, he gives you the finger and then crawls in front of you, preventing you from going anywhere. It's time to open a can of whoopass...So, the guy is pretty much in for it because no ice is around. ... Still, it's a cool idea.

Björk

Yep, she's pretty cool.

What else??? Hmmm...who wants to hear about the weird things I get up to??? Well, I'm running on about 4 hours sleep. But who needs sleep right?? THat's what the internet is designed for. 24 hour daylight. 24 hour screenlight. THe internet doesn't sleep, does it??? NO WAY!!!!


I'm going to go check the sexlifebeauty site now. Yep. That one. The secret one.

We let them hang him
They take his life
For carrying dope.
He’s only 25.
He’s good looking. A mother’s son.
He has a brother. He had a girlfriend.
Imagine their pain, at this boy having his neck snapped by a rope hung by another country. His legs will twitch. It will hurt. He will slowly suffocate and die. They’ll cover his face with a hood. Erasing his identity and humanity, his right to be, before they take his life.

Isn’t this terribly barbaric?

Aren’t they stomping all over our values, taking a child of ours, and stringing him up to become a corpse in a couple of minutes? How we can allow a big powerful nation to drain the life of this young Australian, a fragile fruit of our country?

What kind of people are we who permit Singapore to crush the life out of him?

If he was their’s, then fine, that’s their business, but he’s ours. We should try him under our law.

HEROIN
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THursday...Well nothing else weird happened on wednesday. Oh except I dreamt about some weird stuff, but can't remember it now. And Australia got through to the World Cup. Yep...pretty weird. Oh and I went rollerblading and hurt my shoulder, so it looks like I won't be able to wow anybody on the dance floor (as I usually do!) on Saturday. And about to ediit my post to say 'dick in someone else's mouth' to 'dick in someone's mouth'...The else doesn't _need_ to be specificed, right?? Or does it??? No comment. And yeah I'm still hoping people like my post, or at least don't hate it. We'll see....

And by the way, how funny is spicks and specks???

Hmm...it's a wednesday and strange stuff always happens on wednesdays. I posted on shareyours with some personal story from a while back. I feel a bit strange about putting things like that out in the open. I think I should, because it needs to be said. I want to say it. i guess I'm just a little scared how people will react. I just try to remember that it's my life and I want to like it, and so if other people don't, that's their problem. I feel proud of doing it, but scared too. Although, I think that will pass. There's no point, really, being scared of what other people think. No way. Only live once. May as well have a good time. Do what you want, and all that. I hope my story encourages other people, just like I was encouraged by the other stories on there.

I think, all in all I'm glad I did it. I could delete it if I wanted to, but I'm not going to. I'm going to leave it up there, and be brave. It's my history, my past, and I'm not afraid to tell it. I may as well be afraid of my own shadow and what's the point it that?? Sure, I don't have to tell people if I don't want to, but I do want to. I want to pick it up, and throw it out into the internet like a sailor throws a life buoy off a ship. I'm not saying it will catch anything, or help anyone... But there's something satisfying about throwing something like that into the ocean, and all the fish can look at it, and anyone who's out there can grab onto it. I don't know if it's really like that, but it does feel a whole lot like I've taken a big thing that was sitting next to me and chucked it off some cliff into some big blue ocean. And I like that feeling. May as well throw stuff off cliffs right?? It's only natural that they fall. They've got so much potential energy sitting up that high, let them get back down to earth, the ground state. Something like that. I don't know. But communication is good. A burden shared is a burden halved. Kind of like that.

Well, it is wednesday and I'm waiting for other stuff to happen that is also strange. XXXX Chris

You have to check this out... And, like rubycoffin says, know it!


Let me just say....Livejournal, where have you been all my life??? I am sooo addicted now. There are so many cool people, who know so many cool things.

Check out this collaborative artwork I came across on rubycoffin's journal.

I just have nothing to say. What an interesting post this will be. My mind just went totally blank. How strange.

I suppose I have been writing for an hour and a half. Or maybe two hours. Answering emails, posting to sexlifebeauty. I'm feeling good about myself, a bit tired, but still energetic, not really drained, but a little emotionally neutral. I'd say I'm feeling ... accomplished. The closest moodicon I could find. It seems to fit the bill.

Oh yeah, if anyone checks out this blog, you should check out the board of this group I'm involved in at Sydney university. It's called sexlifebeauty, and basically it's about getting away from media and externally influenced values of, and judgements about, sex, sexuality and beauty, and getting back to your own, inner, true feelings about them. It's about busting out of restrains, being yourself, and celebrating the beauty of life. Sex and sexuality, we think, are a big part of that beauty. Beautiful!!!

So beautiful people, check it out at ADDRESS REMOVED BECAUSE IT'S SECRET...sorry!!!!! and, if you want, join in the discussions.

Also, one of the projects we're doing is collecting stories people want to share with us about their personal experiences of these issues regarding sex, sexuality and beauty. One of the things we're thinking about doing with these stories is putting them into an anthology and binding it up nicely and printing it. If you'd like to share, or see what it's all about (there aren't any stories there yet, but it hasn't been advertised much, and it only started a couple of days ago ok people!!!) check out the livejournal community, ShareYours.

XXXXXX Chris

Now I feel like I'm walking in the sunshine. There's mountains and trees and lakes and rivers and valleys and night sky and day sky and sun and rain and clouds and shadows and glittering water and birds and little animals and well there's no people, except me, because it's my planet, but I'm walking around in the sunshine. Somehow I got really drunk and had an massive party and walked myself right out of the nighttime valley where I was always looking up at the stars. Now when I look at the sky, I see stars falling all the time, leaving their bright streaks lingering in the sky like condensation. It's practically raining stars. So I'm sure that when I'm walking around, I'll bump into a couple that aren't too shabby. I'm keeping my eyes open, but I'm not really looking. I mean, I don't have to, they are everywhere. But for the moment just walking in the sun and playing and arsing around is good.