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spontaneity

spontaneity is the best thing ever it's a cause of many happy times and enduring friendships.

first thing - decided to go and see 2046

at 9:20
then i was like HEY
why don't i call alex to come
and it was thanks to robbie's spontaneity that he came go robbie.

anyway
up on the roof (top of nova) amazing panorama. perfectly geometric constellations of tiny orange and white streetlights. ominous flats look like they're hanging from the sky, washed in pale orange light, dark at the bottom.
jack wants to join jack's hungry
he goes up emergency staircases like me and my allies.
they both went on exchange together to germany. the roof is amazing. i feel in my element. i say what i mean, i mean what i say, i am what i say, and i say interesting stuff about travel, ALS, the night sky, etc. charismatic. she shouts into the void 'OH MY GOD LIFE IS AMAZING!!!'

we drink beer at percy's. a divorced couple abuse each other at opposite sides of the bar (each sitting with their new respective partner) while 'going to the chapel and we're gonna get married' plays melodically in the background. their bickering has a sort of playfulness to it though. then i realise that these people (the 7 who would have been excluded from the orgy- me,rob,jack,girl,hotbargirl) are heading nowhere. even the kind 50 year old one with the unplaceable foreign accent whose shop consisted of a bagful of lollies, mainly lollypops, and a few slices of ham. the girl with the red hat asked 'do you always suck on lollipops in bars?'.. they're in a fucking rut. they're not happy, and that one there looks like she was or is a prostitute/junkie. there is a disturbingly absent look in her eyes, that you only ever see in a woman's eyes. in twenty years they will be dead and have accomplished nothing.

THE housing commission flats
fucking.. weird like the whole place was going to collapse/
fucking about to keel over from coldness and sleep deprivation.
junkie in the lift - so absurd now i think about it. absurd and disturbing. i'm on my way down from the top, at the bottom of the walls (below the windows) there is a small space where you can stick your foot or your hand through and feel the gelid night air. i'm IN a twenty storey building and i can feel the night air. there are cracks in the walls. the conrete floor has a slight bounce to it... like at trampoline. or maybe that' just the whole building. i'm going to the bottom, the lift (there is one banana peel on the floor) inexplicably stops at floor no. 8. enter strange junkie woman. 'we goen uhp?' (strong aus. accent). 'down' i answer. 'oh good, that gives me time to get ready.'. strange woman bends down and starts doing something in her bag. she is sort of in front of me and i can see her ass- an on the side sort of perspective - is big. *ding*. 'seeya', 'bye luv'.

brilliance is everywhere if you look hard enough... here's some:

"Existentialism, as far as I understand it, says that, where human existence is concerned, form comes before function. Which should give you freedom. If you are all form and no function then you should be able to choose for yourself what to do with your form. He was saying something like: a pair of scissors has been specifically designed to cut paper, and therefore a good pair of scissors cuts paper. But a human has not been designed for any specific purpose. So it’s impossible to say what a ‘good’ human should be doing." crybloxm

endfile... (my aim for tonight is to write two things, something for crybloxm on the topic of staying insulated up cold until late, and an email to an important person.)