The new philosophy The capitalist bottom line The shuckster’s manipulation Of the words on which you dine Everything’s an advert Everything is for sale This charming man And prepubescent female The disposable income For more disposable trash There’s Mr and Mrs Jones Borrowing more cash It’s all a public image A burning rotten lie Paid for ten times over And never questioned why
Nods to Alice Donut’s ‘Every Body Is On Sale’ and PiL.
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for my little afternoon nap today, listening to music and fading in and out. It was a nice relaxing time to savour.
Here you are again dear reader. I’m currently sat here in the van waiting for my physio appointment. Some old man politely hassling me about how long I’m going to be parked here cos he wants to put his car here.
Had a weird dream last night that involved a known paedophile and bestial man who I saw running naked down a street chasing a pig. I was with a bunch of youngsters (11 to 12-year-olds) and to show them that this man was wrong I beat him the ground and pissed all over him! Knowing he’d be mad at me I ran to the next town and went to where I lived (?) with Martin B(!) on a houseboat(!!!). The man had got there already and had stolen Martin’s dog! Jeez, what does all that mean I wonder?
Me and my baby are often in dispute these days and I wonder what it is that’s changed. We are both of strong character but very forgiving so most arguments are laid to rest quickly but what is it that creates them? Is it being together every night? Is it how I am busy in the evenings and Broni just wants to relax? I can’t help busying myself, it’s the only time I get to do things that I like (ie reading, writing etc). I know these things are mostly to do on my own and in some ways that’s not fair but I do also take time and trouble to make Bronwyn happy. It is difficult living with someone even if you are as madly in love with each other as we are.
I wonder if things were any easier a hundred years ago when the men ruled the roost? I honestly don’t think I could do that in this day and age, though it seems plenty of people still do. I’m increasingly appalled by man’s treatment of women. Why is there a page three girl? Why so many (any) pornographic magazines? Women blatantly used to sell everything. Where in the world can I go to get away from it? Where do people live in some sort of harmony? With respect?
Sometimes I feel myself falling into these traps because they are ever present, bombarded at you from every media angle. What future for our children? So many decisions are made by few people who believe they know what’s best for the majority.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about Rich and how it’d be nice if he loosened up a bit! He and Rob have their fair share of arguments I understand, and they live together. Rich tells me some of the tales but I must confess to not being very sympathetic. He’s on holiday in Europe right now so maybe that’ll relax him up a bit.
Mostly the other things on my mind involve Australia. Everyone’s wishing me luck for when I go. (Hey, I caught up with Little Crabby in Safeways and heard the latest gossip! His parents got divorced! Wow! Murray’s still the same and Jasper’s a pothead! Double wow! I remember he wouldn’t touch that stuff when I had it!). I can’t wait to get to Australia – I think it’s going to be a great adventure and a turning point in my life.
I heard someone talking about their destiny the other day and whether they put their success down to luck but he said it was just about making choices and he was positive in his thinking and therefore made the right choices. This is the way I will be and I know I’m making the right choice in going to Australia. I know that this country has little to offer me unless I want to work my ass off for the next 50 years (dying in the next 10 from stomach ulcers).
I’m in search of that harmonious world, not expecting to find but just happy searching.
I want to mention that Kerry has given up drinking and has slimmed down considerably over the last four weeks. I mention this on looking back at previous entries when she was drunk! Just wanted to put that straight.
Spraying on deodorant, splashing on Brut 33 You must be a man, you must be a man Not like me Never consider wearing makeup That’s for girls you know But it’s what you’ve been told, it makes you so bold You must be a man, you must be a man You must be normal, not like I am Suave and sophisticated, cool and dedicated Manly and handsome, holding girls to ransom Keep up your image and comb your hair You look so false but I don’t care Cos it’s your fault that I don’t like you And many people are going off you too The smell is overpowering Getting up my nose And the tumour gets bigger As the cancer grows
12th May 2023 – I found the advertising to the sexual archetypes nauseating. I couldn’t understand why what you wore, looked like, smelled like etc was more important than your behaviour and the way you treated people (not that I was any good at that either!).