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Extra Ordinary Mouse Droppings

In an unusual move this morning, McAlistar the Magical Moronic Mouse (aka McM) was found dead on the toilet seat.

Authorities are still investigating, however Police Chief Kratt released the following statment:

” In an unusual move this morning, McAlistar the Magical Moronic Mouse, who is also known as McM, was found dead on his newly installed toilet seat. At this stage, we are treating this as Mouseslaughter. We did have three suspects in custardy, however one passed a way point before we were able to bring him in, and are questioning their essence, and seeing what, if any, real vanillany is at hand. “

Further to their on going investigations, we have been told by one of our secretively secret uninformed informants that there’s a $2.00 discount down at Joe’s Happy House of Joyful Houses owned by Joe.

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Watch “Beardyman Drives – Upside Down – 2020-04-07” on YouTube

I’m honestly not sure why I made this… but oh well.. seems it’s done now..

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We danced a little

We danced a little, both of us on-edge,

strangers in eachothers arms, comfort found in distance.

Our conversations are always fragrant, full of fresh summer mornings,

yet also still – like evenings laying together under snow-crested trees.

 

I don’t recall the apart-time much, fragments that wake me with 3am chills.

found listening carefully, noises inside your tummy after few drinks,

Staggered words foreboding foretelling of what’s not to come.

 

am I Stronger, I could be, not close to hillsides or rivers,

just, daisies swaying in midday heat, but stronger.

 

illusions, still plague me though, vermin at the feet of our dead,

not pushed past boundaries in need of crossing, no release,

just hanging on, slivers of willingness under duress, losing grip on time.

 

No one to reach out to anymore, anywhere are voids vast vulnerable,

safe though, safe, not here, just unwilling to be afraid of it,

lying creatures as we are, jesting for coverage both in need.

 

Swiftly quickly, left behind remnants remains left of us

no sollum sad staged goodbyes, just this corse dust.

 

human hands outreach outstretched outside us now,

pushed beyond broken, no more, no more –

found you again, at last, my last breath, you’re well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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24 hours on – New Zealand is now closed for business.

20th March 2020 – in about 10 minutes (as of the time of writing), it would will be the completion of the first 24 hours of New Zealand closing its borders to the world.

First time in New Zealand history that this has happened.

Covid-19 is partly to blame, idiots who can’t follow instructions like “self isolate” (these being mostly tourists and some dumbass locals) are mostly to blame.

As of this time, we now have 39 confirmed cases, up 11 from yesterday’s 28.

I don’t agree with the border closing, but, I do.

It was realistically the only option available to try and stem the stupidity.

However, this has a greater effect than just stopping people entering the country, it also effectively stops us leaving.

And guess what it’s done for my mental state of wellbeing, considering I now feel so totally powerless and helpless, that I can’t reach out and assist someone that is dear to me, who is stuck in Australia.

So close, so very very close, yet so fucking far now.

The internet, made the world smaller, distance wasn’t a issue, we have emails, VOIP, instant messaging, many ways of keeping in touch, and it was fairly easy (though somewhat costly) to buy a ticket and fly somewhere… but for now, and who knows how long, we are trapped again, imprisoned within this country, within our minds, within… these bones we exist around…

Trapped and broken.

Now what.

I went into town this evening (friday night)… and it’s quiet…. usually full of party-goers.. now, it’s quiet.

I think of my friend in Australia, and it’s still quiet, aside from the screams of frustration echoing eternally inside my bones..

I feel broken.

One of the stabilities I had in my life, a crutch, an emergency relief, was that I knew if things got too bad, I could just buy a plane ticket and fuck off for a while… escape the maddening screams that touch me every time I walk into my house, or sit in my car, or think about the time we spent together enjoying each others friendship and that soulmate style bond… the screams grow louder … and yes, I know I’m not really escaping, because this issue, these problems, this frustration and anxiety .. is all in my head, and it travels with me all the time.

Since yesterday, or even the few weeks I’ve had to manage again by myself, I’m restless, hardly getting any more than 3 or 4 hours sleep… cursed with lying awake in bed, no distractions other than my mind making things worse than they need to be, causing me to panic, and oh, that’s the other fun part, the panic attacks again… something I’ve not had for … well… over 20 years… are back… they welcome me every morning, accompany me through my day, and lay me to rest through sheer exhaustion each night. for 3 or 4 hours, then we start again.

We all carry our own personalised hell with in us. some of us get to sale through hardly noticing… some of us notice.

Broken.

And I don’t know what to do.

Broken.

Life has taken a darker turn for me of late. I pretend that I can see the dim illumination of hope, but, as I said, I pretend.

Broken.

I miss you my friend. You may never read this, maybe I hope you might, mostly I don’t think you ever will, but mostly, I don’t know if we will ever see each other again.

Thank you for everything. just in case.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strength after pain.

A few months ago a news story hit .. in relation to a Universary Student that suffered some hard times and how horribly they were treated by the University.

It’s sad that this happened here in NZ but I guess I only feel that way because I have some wonderful friends who have attended that University and it has been mentioned that the behaviour of that University is not an uncommon thing.

https://sites.google.com/ausa.org.nz/openletter/home?fbclid=IwAR1mSyoP102SXzjoSiJ9UfOjXXRBrJbyRBIzVjHHo2RK8uChmyjH8xBjSQU

It’s worth a read. It’s hit international news. It still happens.

https://www.pressreader.com/new-zealand/the-new-zealand-herald/20200108/281530817954519

Everyone should.be given a fair chance. It’s obvious that the University in question is only looking out for its self and cares not at all about it’s students.

What would you do ?

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