I'll get back to you individually about the poetry slam [/elitistwhore].
BE AT
BEAT.

I am now a well-adjusted productive member of society.
No longer unemployed, I'm very tired and constantly thinking "can I afford whiskey today?"
Recently gone vegan - and therefore sexy. Vegan whiskey?
My camera is motionless but I know it's got something on it's mind... (mental note: photograph tatt)

Good dreams;
organ key teeth around my neck
late night fire hydrant on city corner
moonlit mirrors to watery subconcious depths
pipey mcgraw was a pink haired egotistical punk chick drinking coke

WANTED
room to rent
large enough for a big bed and space to throw paint
ashtray

'Aight listen up Melbourne kids,

POETRY SLAM.

If you're interested in getting together for poetry and wine in the park (this includes tacky wine glasses, cigarettes and HEY WHO KNOWS maybe cake and drugs) reply to this very humble notice and perhaps I'll see you real soon.

Oh and FYI: Slam poetry is a postmodern form of performance poetry that occurs within a competitive poetry event, called a "slam", at which poets perform their own poems (or, in rare cases, those of others) that are "judged" on a numeric scale by randomly picked members of the audience. It can also consist of several poets performing without being judged. Thanks Wikipedia

I'm not particularly a fan of the judging, so (unless otherwise persuaded) we'll give the competitive part a miss. Just bring your sexy postmodern poetic self, and if you want to take part consider a piece or two of your own, and maybe a favourite by another writer that you know really fuckin' well. Note: don't butcher a classic.

HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU.

i'm feeling photogenic
synthetic
a little chaotic/superinfatuated

lightheaded, arthritic & lovely.

it's the cold weather, I'm getting excited. I like to wear a coat and feel the warmth of the vodka soaking into my dry lips. I'm looking for employment, and I've found a bed to share.

my graffiti implies love
words are revolution
and photographs reflect my contemplation.

Tonight I wrote for the first time in exactly 2 months.

see

My subconcious is confused, quick someone analyse me.

Brief life update:
single
quit uni

Adore me.

Who has the time for happysnaps?

I'm a very busy lady - busier than I'd like to be.

I want to see Suicide Girls in Melbourne, a girl in my Fashion class is opening their show with her band. I wanna see. It may be sold out... I must investigate.

Click click click I feel like a poor student
must:
1. get pissed
2. go op-shopping

How is everyone?