A sketchy recording of sketchy proceedings. The dad of 6-foot triplets was the gentleman with the pencil through his nose. Forgot to squeeze in the dead squirrel puppeteer and Henry’s demons.
Stars on our pillow
Two twinkling stars on my sleeping mat tell a tale of where I went last night Youby the tent wondering where I was at I with eyes dazzled by night She was forlorn beneath face-painted glee clutching a book on Nick Drake You were asleep by a quarter to three I was elsewhere, and awake [...]
Wow! You look awesome…
Written with words inscribed by the public at Lounge on the Farm on Sunday. Wow! You look awesome. You feel amazing. Everything pleases you; even when there’s nothing here you keep walking in search of the next moment. And the next. That’s ecstasy for you – every stranger a man of wax, the muddy straw [...]
Lounging
Wellies, exposed bellies, pop-up delis frozen lollies small children pulled around in trollies absence of brollies sudden follies stag-dos, hen-dos, unkempt hair-dos litter pickers cleaning portaloos wristbands and parking passes sideways glances taking chances free whisky shot dancing for hours on the spot late night movies, freshly blended smoothies sheer elation end of uni celebration [...]
