Brisbane, Australia - singer songwriter
whisky and shiraz lover
sucking the marrow out of life:)
Most of my stories are written stream of thought. an enjoyable process...hope you guys enjoy reading.
I was minding my own business considering my own affairs swallowed up by the horizon when something caught my eye upon a hill of a no consequence
Some days you are the magician and some days you are desperately looking for the magic. A shot in the arm. A reason. Something to keep you going.
Sweaty Tuesday nights. If you're dedicated it includes Thursday nights. And this night is without the band entourage, girlfriends, hang-er-on-er-ers!
Darkness surrounds me A monochromatic feel i need a revelation as clear as a conversation all around is barren like i've lost the power
Battle weary weather worn a trip beyond your senses a look forlorn The bruises remind me i reach for the aspirin it knows me well
My eyes are bleary bloodshot you can see the wisp of single malt still impairing my vision i'm yet to realise the day and its mission
So a bit of a fun story for anyone who has a spare 36 seconds ...at my local shops there’s a “genuine Chinese” massage there..I resisted a visit there for awhile, as why do you have to mention you’re “genuine”...is there a “not-so-genuine Chinese massage nearby? Anyways...one day I relented.