Monday 6 September 2010

Fear In A Big Car

The same fear of being assaulted, is essentially the same fear that makes woman want to drive four wheel drives.

You can't touch me in this?

I can get you first, she thinks, as she cuts everyone off... and the persecuted become the persecutors.

That's life, I suppose.

Increasingly, we are making decisions on fear and not on logic. The commercial world's greatest asset, keep them afraid and they will spend more money to make themselves feel better, to make themselves feel safer.


Funny how self preservation is our greatest goal?

Mine is to get lovely art on the wall, a 911 in the garage, and a beach house down the coast.

Stop living in fear girls, go and get yourself a nice dress instead, a job you enjoy, and a man for your bed.


(Oh yes, I know. It’s just that this was about chicks in their 4WD, namely of the charcoal grey Volvo variety.

“Watch out, I am coming through, sitting up as high as I like. I feel invincible in my command centre on wheels. Out of my way, little man, you are in my path.”

“You won’t fit through there Esmerelda. No, you won’t.”

“COMING THOUGH!”

“Jasus Xist, you fitted through. Dear Universe! How did you do that?”

“Cackle.”

“You sound possessed when you laugh like that, Esmerelda, you really do!”

Maniacal laugh. The engine roaring.

“Did you see the look on that poor sod's face.”

“He’s lucky he had a face left now that I am done. GET OUT OF MY WAY!”


It is fear, that makes them act in such away, it has to be, as nobody is that fucked up naturally. But I digress….

It could have been just as easily said, Stop living in fear boys, go and get yourself a nice dress, in which you can feel the fresh air blow, a job you enjoy, and a man for your bed. Enjoy taking what your wife/girlfriends can’t give you, in your tiny briefs and your arse swishing in just such away being such a tease, baby.)


Friday 3 September 2010

What Happened?

What happened? We look around and every thing's changed and we ask the question. What happened? Do I remember? Have I had fun? What does any of this mean?

Did I fulfil my dreams?

Or, was I too busy living my life, working my days to pay for my nights? The bills never stopped, the wants never ceased, just decreased a little each year, if you know what I mean. By the time I am very old, I am sure I will be very still.

And suddenly it's ten, twenty years later and we are left wondering, what happened? What did I do? Where did time go? And suddenly you are having trouble getting up from the couch. I used to just spring up, now it is grab hold and heave-ho.

How did I get here?

But, I feel okay. Just the same.  Just the minutes slip sliding away. Oh? Now a groan, and an ache. What does that mean? What does that make? Can I remember any time before now?

I still feel the same, inside this old frame. I still feel like the young chap who ventured out into the world. I still feel like the eighteen year old, the twenty nine year old, the thirty nine year old looking out through these eyes. I still feel the same deep down in my soul, if any of us have souls at all? I still feel like the guy I have always been.

It is just my refection that doesn’t add up any more. And what I feel when I try to spring up off the floor.