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A Rant In Both Their Ears….

December 23, 2004

As Christmas draws near* and people are drawn into the standard blind panic cycle of spending more money than they in fact possess and attempt to store three months’ worth of food for a one day event, we are reminded that ‘tis the season of goodwill and cheer.

But I am not cheery, Ladies and Gentleman. No. I am pissed, is what I am.

We have been in Wellington for coming up five weeks and still the place is messing us about. How hard can it be to find a job in the capital city of a country? I am a hard worker, feel no way about getting dirty and can handle any amount of stupid hours as long as I get paid.
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Spastic … and sh!t

I already know that my title for this post will cause some controversy. But I draw your attention back to the opening paragraphs of my blog, and I quote:

Some of the words I have written here will hurt those who matter: and for that, I am sorry.
But I cannot lie about what I feel when I write for myself.

These words record a part of my self that I wish to remember. And so I continue to write: in the hope that in time, my words will bring me to that point where everything is forgiven.

 
The bold text is added here as I wish to draw your attention to the most pertinent points.

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Technology … and sh!t

Fuckerty 3:15
 

And so it came to pass that nary thirty minutes after might war commented on technology hating her (see: Blogging … and sh!t), Lo and Behold! … the b!stard starts playing silly b!ggers and removes the Featured Image from several posts for reasons inexplicable to all but those dwelling within the heavenly realms.

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New Zealand ‘03: October 25, 2003

Well we are now in Queenstown, the furthest south that we will be traversing on this trip. It is a student town, but not like any I have seen! It is surrounded by magnificent snow-covered mountains and a huge lake (some fifty miles long!!!) – which affords the most amazing views from every direction (including our bedroom window).

Had salmon for dinner – caught fresh this morning (by somebody other than myself that is); and as I sit here relaxing with a glass of wine (the locals know how to squeeze a good grape) and watch the sun setting over the lake, it crosses my mind to complete a few posties (finally) and to update you on my adventure.
 

Some geography for you enjoy.

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w.a.n.t.i.n.g (a love poem)

It is not enough that we are friends:
I want to know you in hunger, in passion and in rest.
In long languid strokes and quick restless tuggings.
To part and come together, tumbling over and over.
 
 
I want to offer myself without doubt,
without hesitation, without regret.
That you may know me in joy, in
passion, and in pleasure.
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Sick ‘n’ Tired (An exploration of anger as a healing process)

Don’t do it. Don’t ask “How are you?” Unless you are ready for me to disgorge at your feet the vitriol and the bile of incompetence. To face non-interest in your research of symptoms and the library of diseases this has opened up for consideration.

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Muffled

There are parts of ourselves that are so well known to us, that they become an essential part of defining who we are and how we feel about our person. 

My body … my physical self, is that to me.

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