I don’t want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride.
All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die.
I don’t want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow.
I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.
People will walk by and say, “Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case.”
I will turn and say to them, “It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn’t even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no.
For all of that.
For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun!
The air talks to me!I am at all times!”
And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.
It was the first real sign of a summer to come,bluest sky,warm,sunshine,clear water & people out & about enjoying their Sunday.
I hung out with my housemate Crispy.
We went wandering around Peregian markets,bought our weekly hourd of fresh fruit & veges.I picked up some shells & learnt from the shell man that a shell I collected from the Philippines long ago is a Tritons Trumpet Shell which is used in the Pacific as a ceremonial blow shell,cool.We drank organic iced chai whilst sitting under a big old palm along the beach & spoke copious amounts of shit.
Followed by getting lost in the Eumundi bookstore,buying myself a fresh new Moleskin art journal & then off to the Eumundi Pub for delicious eats + drinks.
Then we spent the afternoon frolicking in the gorgeous sea at Point Cartwright,before heading home to cook a feast of roast chicken + fresh veges + herbs from the back garden for dinner.
Sunkissed,full bellies,yarns,laughing,refreshed by the sea & maybe even a bit of inspiration flooding back! SUNDAY BLISS.