Title: A van in a drive way.

Walking back from the pub my arm around my date Alice, we headed to my house, well my van.

Alice“This is cool a great idea, tell me about your van?”

“I saved up and bought this van 6months ago. It had a lot of km on it, but I did want to drive it. The housing prices in Melbourne were insane and renting just sickened me, all my pay for what a bed? I was going to find a cheaper alternative and I found it in the form of an old motorhome. Its sleak curves and shape now outdated. It was really just a shell of a vehicle. I was going to live in it as a cheaper way to rent a house, so I was still paying utilities. “

Alice “Yeah?”

“The wheels gave the illustion that I could move at any time, but this unregistered bungalow on stilts was just my way of scoring cheap rent. I found a nice share house with a drive way. As much as I liked the outdoors, my roots lye in the inner city. And so I rented out the driveway. This took $50 a week of the rent so housemates where happy. And my van fed power back into the grid.”

Alice“Seems like you have got it all figured out!”

“Living in the inner city but disconnected from the many attached expenses. This was tricky but piece by piece I saved money but spending less. One thing I also did was disconnect myself from the internet… well mostly. This was hard as I had such an attachment to the internet. At the bottom of it all it is really just appreances. If this van looked like a dump I would not be able to park it here. One place I was living at I told them that I wanted to fix it up and them travel around the country in a year. I was fixing it up… and I was going to travel but they were not connected. this van is just a stationary home.”

Fucking on the roof, it is the middle of summer and we sat on the roof to watch the stars, after a few beers you asked for it from behind, your face pressed against the solar panel. The moon and stars watching on, I slide into you I can feel you. Your fingers stroking yourself as I fuck your 33 year old ass. The overhanging trees shade us from the street, this quiet street. As I thrust into you, your breath and lipstick fogging up the solar panel. Stars reflected in the black shine of the panels. You moan and cum, and I finish not long after your pulling at your hair. I roll of you, and we sit breath and hug. My arm around you your curled up into my chest, the titled solar panels acting like deck chairs. This is love.

Design Appreciation: The humble air mattress.

The humble air mattress.

The three images are the first air mattress, a vinatge air matress, the current air mattress and also a possible air matress of the future!

I take one of these every time I go camping,

It inflates with an attachment that plugs into the cigertte lighter of the car.

And packs down nicely into a small space in my car,

When I look at it, I feel thankful that I was born in the age of plastics,

as old materials may have been more rough and bluky, and expensive,

as the air matress is rather cheap.

I take a look on the internet at old designs,

I love the colours, and the boxes,

There we such great designs back in the day.

It was used in the house, as a pool toy and then eventually for camping.

” The first air mattress was invented in 1889 by the Pneumatic Mattress & Cushion Company in Reading, Massachusetts.” edition.cnn.com

Wow I did not think they went that far back, and made of rubber.

 

 

source:

http://edition.cnn.com/2011/LIVING/06/03/camping.equipment.history.mf/

http://content.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1939342_1939395_1939657,00.html

what I am grateful for today

1. that after two early nights I am feeling more on the level.
2. I am greatful that I understnad the importance of resting
3. That I have some time to myself to do things like weeding and spending time in the garden.
4. That I am able to take some time to watch some cartoons that I have not had the chance to watch.
5. That my room is cleaner than it has been in a long time
6. that there is lots going on in melbourne that I can be a part of
7. That my friend circle is growing and there are more happy people in my life.

what I am grateful for today

1. that I was able to apply the skills I had learnt across several months into the one project I had today.
2. to have a better understanding of myself then I did yesterday
3. to have a warm space I can study in this winter
4. to have friends that make the effort to connect with me
5. that I have found things that I love and enjoy.

a cure for everything.

I could not it out. for a long time I would become obsessed with a particular mirical fruit food or activity to get me out of a slump, feel refreshed or help me with a problem. And it would work! It would work so very well that I would rush to the kitchen and pour my third bowl of beans, or glass or apple juice or whatever food I was swooning over. I would shop double or triple that week, making sure my shelves are full of that one particular item. And for a time I would live in bliss.

Then a few weeks later when I am getting stomach pains from drinking to much apple juice, and when to pee for the forth time today. That mirical power that the juice gave me to stay focused and on track, does not work. I remain low on energy, I can barely leave the couch. Have I built up a tolerance? This was always my line of thinking. or maybe I am missing something else in my diet.

I am healthy, fit. Why don’t I have the energy to do much else with my day? This had puzzled me for so long. Until…

Until I realized it was all in my head, 40% physical, 60% mental. without knowing, I was the one holding me back, taking away my energy. I had never said to myself that I could and that I can. So my mind assumed that I could not. This placebo effect I had placed on the food I eat, was something I had control over. And so, when I poured myself a glass of juice. I said to myself loud and clear.

“this juice will give me the energy I need for my day!”

success in the arts

my broken hand

I wake up and it is still in plaster, wrapped tightly like a glove,

I was going to draw and create all of this uni break,

writing hand, my drawing hand, my crafting hand,

shattered in four pieces,

I sit and look at in despair, how will I get anything done?

I get out of bed, put a shirt over my head, careful with my bulky hand through the arm hole,

sit down at the desk, looking at a blank sheet of paper,

cradling my bulky plaster hand, feeling the texture grazing my palm and fingertips,

I pick up a pen and let the ink seep into the paper, I move up and down the page,

getting a feel for the pen in my hand, seeing how steady my lines are,

a little shaky but I like the style, the innocent uneducated hand I have,

It feels like teaching a child to ride a bike,

And that is when the pen breaks,

I didn’t realize how hard I was grasping the pen, shatters,

plastic spikes penetrate my hand and pinky finger,

I feel the pain, but only stare in shock as ink and blood mix on the page.

 

recording music

I started turning my poems into songs and dusted of my old acoustic guitar. I think they sound okay, but when I try to record them onto a computer there is so much static and unwanted noise. A mic is needed. But which one? Acoustic guitar with vocals is what I am trying to record.

Any musos out there who could over a few tips on what to get?

stressed out

Hi there S,

Seeing as you seem stressed, I thought I would talk about fun ways I have attempted to resolve my busy mind. Maybe it might give you a few ideas, bring up good memories, or just not for you. Either way, I have enjoyed writing this letter to you.

From the messages that you sent me, your days sound hectic. We may be very different but when I have trouble whatever it may be I go for really long walks, the longer the better and after a few days of this and resting I seem to be able to focus and get what I needed done. Long straight paths work wonders, small streets and dead ends is not good when I am trying to create a thought path.

I am sure there are many ways to “peel and orange” –get things done.

Here my school life starts back gain, but for some reason it does not scare me, I feel in control of myself, and the business could be good for me. I like to learn and think it is beneficial, but my own projects are my main focus, always have been. When things get too in my face I just cast them aside, this is my life, my days and my plans. Being caught up in things I don’t care about is just not worth it.

Lately I have been interested in interior design and style. I write draw and make music, but have never paid attention to the way I set out a room or what I wear. When really I should. Present myself how I want to feel and who I am, and that idea of environment effecting ones perception is so very true. I knew about it but never applied it to anything. Not to impress people or find acceptance, but for mindset, for myself.

Yoga, I never do enough bending streaching breathing into stretched, stretching out my toes. I feel so grounded after a good few repeated stretches. And it really helps with my thighs and lower back that get tense because I move around a lot.

 

Always smiling,

Lily Plum

will it hurt?

I can’t help myself, I love it, the attention when you say my name,

But now I can’t think of what to say next, what to write to you tonight,

My hair is a mess, and I can feel a little stress,

You say that you like those shows, do you have a favourite?

I could give you recommendations for other things,

but I don’t want to shove things down your throat, or do I?

A message from you was a real big surpise, I did not expect to hear from you,

We only spoke briefly and gave you my details,

You seemed nice when I patted your dog,

I liked sitting by the river under that tree,

With magpies dancing from branch to branch,

The sunlight shining through the leaves,

My warm skin under my skirt,

New love, will it hurt?