Been meaning to put this on my blog for ages but things always seem to get in the way, minutes become hours, hours become days, days become...well you know how it goes. Anyway this is the first time anyone has thought enough of me to write a poem especially for me. I can still remember the feeling of incredible appreciation I felt on receiving it and to have it delivered and explained to me by someone I love so deeply makes it even more important. Its obviously private and will make no sense to a stranger but the fact that its full meaning is only understood by 2 people makes it all that more special. The writer is incredibly talented and an amazing soul and for him to think me worthy of putting pen to paper I will always be grateful.
DASHING THROUGH THE DISTANT LIGHT
DANCING IN THE DARKENED NIGHT
SCREAMING IN THE QUIET TIME
STARING INTO STARS
TOUCH ME NOW
DON'T LET ME GO
DON'T LET ME FEEL THE COLD
SPEAK TO ME IN EASY WORDS
CARRY ME AFAR
MORNING YAWNS YEARN MORE ONCE MORE
AFTERNOONS DRAW CLOSER STILL
TAKE THE TIME TO FEEL ME NEAR
NOTHING HERE TO FEAR
THE MOON BEARS DOWN UPON OUR SKIN
TILL SUNSHINE PLAYS ITS HAND
TIME TO GO BUT NOT FOR LONG
I'LL LEAVE MY HEART AJAR
M.C. 23/07/07
Thursday, September 27
Wednesday, September 12
HEAD FAIRY FLOSS...ENOUGH ALREADY!
Once upon a time, back in my teenage years, when I flicked my head from side to side, the movements would be accompanied by a sway of long, thick, brown, bountiful hair. I'm talking bullshit thick, really curly, shiny, Wella-fucken-woman hair that drove my hairdresser into gushes of approval and demands to use my head of hair for their next hair dressing competition. I know you're probably sitting there thinking...
"Wow what was it like when you hit the catwalks of Milan?"
Hate to burst the bubble but I never got as far as Milan or Paris or London or New York, in fact I didn't even get as far as the Marion Shopping Centre in suburban Adelaide. Basically I did it once, my hairdresser coloured my hair blond with black strips down the side and cut it in the style of the 80's, heavy on the top, sharp and tight on the sides. It was fucken cool and I thought I was the ultimate new romantic hero. The reason I've chosen to divulge the sordid history of my teenage years is to illustrate the point that we all have fucked up hairstyles that we can laugh at.
Now though, I can barely contain my laughter as I walk the streets gob smacked at what translates as a 'trendy' haircut for men these days. Is it just me or am I right in assuming that there are a lot of guys out there with haircuts you'd normally find attached to the heads of women? I mean seriously, every little fucko seems to be wandering up the street with a head of hair that resembles a soft helmet. Its teased into a huge bubble around their heads, their side burns resemble the ones your Aunty used to have in the 60's with her mother fucking beehive. They gel the tips into little spikes that feather around their stupid fucken faces and they walk up the street in packs of three or four with the same style of wanky over blown bouffants. For the record guys, you DON'T look cool, you look like stupid fucken MORONS!
Soon I'm gonna walk the streets and start flicking matches as these combustible piles of head fairy floss. I mean seriously what the FUCK ARE YOU THINKING??? Do they look in the mirror and think it actually looks good? Do they seriously pay someone to style it like that? Are hairdressers seriously proud of what they have created? If it was my job to cut hair and some guy requested I shape his head into a massive ball of nanna hair I would gently place my hands on his shoulders, tell him to look really hard in the mirror and then repeatedly slam his head over and over again into the glass until I knocked some fucken sense into him. I know the 80's were bad, new romantics were happy to wear silky shirts, brooch's at the neck and top heavy hairstyles but that was what was cool. Please explain to me what is cool about fairy floss haircuts? Where did they come from? Who decided they were cool and why is it straight guys that seem to think its so fucken cool to walk around looking like that? Oh and assuming they actually are straight and some woman actually decides to go out with them, how are they coping? Do they only go out with them because they know they will never get told to hurry up when they are preparing to go out? Do they have fetishes for hair styling products, dryers and large mirrors? Are they only interested because they wanna know how to style their own hair that high, that fluffy, that girlie?
The fact of the matter is, they look like huge fucken stupid tools, even a trashed, half nude Britney deserves more respect than any guy with a fairy floss haircut. So next time you're in front of a mirror, check your bad self and if you could grab a black marker pen and scribble a dome around your head where your hair is and it looks like a massive helmet then you sir are a fucken wanker and you should be heading to the nearest barber for an all over buzz cut and get some self respect you pointless princess. Oh yeah, I'm a poof and I'm calling YOU a princess, seriously, go check yourself NOW!
"Wow what was it like when you hit the catwalks of Milan?"
Hate to burst the bubble but I never got as far as Milan or Paris or London or New York, in fact I didn't even get as far as the Marion Shopping Centre in suburban Adelaide. Basically I did it once, my hairdresser coloured my hair blond with black strips down the side and cut it in the style of the 80's, heavy on the top, sharp and tight on the sides. It was fucken cool and I thought I was the ultimate new romantic hero. The reason I've chosen to divulge the sordid history of my teenage years is to illustrate the point that we all have fucked up hairstyles that we can laugh at.
Now though, I can barely contain my laughter as I walk the streets gob smacked at what translates as a 'trendy' haircut for men these days. Is it just me or am I right in assuming that there are a lot of guys out there with haircuts you'd normally find attached to the heads of women? I mean seriously, every little fucko seems to be wandering up the street with a head of hair that resembles a soft helmet. Its teased into a huge bubble around their heads, their side burns resemble the ones your Aunty used to have in the 60's with her mother fucking beehive. They gel the tips into little spikes that feather around their stupid fucken faces and they walk up the street in packs of three or four with the same style of wanky over blown bouffants. For the record guys, you DON'T look cool, you look like stupid fucken MORONS!
Soon I'm gonna walk the streets and start flicking matches as these combustible piles of head fairy floss. I mean seriously what the FUCK ARE YOU THINKING??? Do they look in the mirror and think it actually looks good? Do they seriously pay someone to style it like that? Are hairdressers seriously proud of what they have created? If it was my job to cut hair and some guy requested I shape his head into a massive ball of nanna hair I would gently place my hands on his shoulders, tell him to look really hard in the mirror and then repeatedly slam his head over and over again into the glass until I knocked some fucken sense into him. I know the 80's were bad, new romantics were happy to wear silky shirts, brooch's at the neck and top heavy hairstyles but that was what was cool. Please explain to me what is cool about fairy floss haircuts? Where did they come from? Who decided they were cool and why is it straight guys that seem to think its so fucken cool to walk around looking like that? Oh and assuming they actually are straight and some woman actually decides to go out with them, how are they coping? Do they only go out with them because they know they will never get told to hurry up when they are preparing to go out? Do they have fetishes for hair styling products, dryers and large mirrors? Are they only interested because they wanna know how to style their own hair that high, that fluffy, that girlie?
The fact of the matter is, they look like huge fucken stupid tools, even a trashed, half nude Britney deserves more respect than any guy with a fairy floss haircut. So next time you're in front of a mirror, check your bad self and if you could grab a black marker pen and scribble a dome around your head where your hair is and it looks like a massive helmet then you sir are a fucken wanker and you should be heading to the nearest barber for an all over buzz cut and get some self respect you pointless princess. Oh yeah, I'm a poof and I'm calling YOU a princess, seriously, go check yourself NOW!
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