bedlam updates

I have been writing and deleting what I write for hours now and have achieved a very strong sense of being trapped in my own head. Every sentence I tap out is a prisoner calling for help that will never come. I will point out that I am writing this in my nice home and could go outside and be somewhere good if I wanted but it is very important that I invest the story of my failure to achieve an interesting thought with some kind of dramatic oomph. Several hours ago I was quietly confident I would have a testament to my brilliance done and dusted by days end, but as the sun sinks towards  the horizon I know all is lost and I have wasted an entire day of my life typing shitty words and flushing them. Woe is me! I have given my all and been rewarded with ashes. Even my inner child scorns me. This is fucked and I don't like it. Doesn't my creativity know I live in a capitalist system that requires that I provide a constant stream of online content? How can I build an audience

Yesterday I made a video reacting to the Nauru Files, the main idea of which was that if Australians don't pay close enough attention to the news, the Australian news will always be bad. When I was a kid I noticed the Adults weren't big on telling the truth. Anything of troubling significance was seemingly automatically lied about. And when I say lie, I mean flat out denied. There was an impenetrable wall of impatience around any and all events of importance. Both sides of the family were Catholic, so there's the obvious going on there, but I reckon it's also national. This is a nation of cover-ups. A while back me and a partner in not believing this country is for real had a drink with a couple of mates who were absolute in their impatience with any talk of this country's origins. My partner and I in, apparently, crime, did a lot of making goggling boggling significant eye contact as we tried to comprehend why people with no history of being political were vigo

Today is not a bad day weather wise and I forgive myself for wanting to burn Australia to the ground. Files have been leaked detailing what happens to actual real live kids when you put them in a detention centre on a very remote island. Well done Australia, you're very special. In Australia, real live adults take time to moan that they're laughed at when they play Pokemon Go. Okay, I'm sorry for shoehorning Pokemon Go into this, but when I ride my bike along the creek to think about stuff like our detention centres in surroundings that will stop me from killing myself, there's this spot where grown adults gather to block the shared walk/cycle way with their amazingly toned bodies (teehee! not really!) and I have to do this thing with my face where I don't let on that they shit me because passive aggressive consumer Aussies love it when you do that because it means they are being bullied and are therefore pretty much freedom fighters. Australia could use

In which I mention the Olympics. Full disclosure: yesterday I learned an American boy's life was claimed by the world's largest water slide and I made no attempt to not find that funny, nor will I unless challenged by a parent whose offspring was killed by the world's largest water slide. Also: yesterday I learned a guy drew a cute picture for every one of the 365 days of a year with his beloved lady and I found that as horrible as some misguided fools would the thought of a 10 year old boy decoupling from a fun ride so hard his head came right off. His head came off guys. If that doesn't cheer you up you've lost touch with your inner child and are probably imagining an elaborate proposal to your partner that will appear on Youtube to make millions of people vomit themselves inside out.       The Olympics are upon us and I am grateful, for though I have no interest in the event I am bombarded with tales of weeping losers and excellent injuries whether I want them