I'm JINXED!

Right !!!

That does it !!!

You're some kind of troll.

Dunno what kind, but you're some kind of troll....


Onya bike...

Gerry

 

Matt, is that you?

Nev..
'07 XB12X

 

Am not either.....

so there. Get off my bridge.

poo bum wee <chortle chortle>

<betty pokes about in the kitchen cupboard
looking for potato chips to tempt Gerry's
tiny wine-addled mind remnants out of the bushes>. You coming to the
Unaugural in September, Gerry? Oh, go on....
you know you want to....it'll be a hoot...)

betty

 

They don't want you to stop riding motorcycles.

Nev..
'07 XB12X

 

That really .. err.. DOESN'T suck!

 

[Chortle] I'll never think of the term "school marm" the same again!!

 

The point?!!?

 

Now I guess is not the time to mention its to bloody cold to go to the
nations Capitol but anyway I will beat you to it...."I am a 'chickenshit"
If its cold or wet its the car

If the owner only knew

 

Brain remnants... I never had a mind...

I've offended so many Real Aussie Rednecks in here over the years, I
reckon I'd get decked if I turned up - or get treated like the
outsider that I am. In keeping with my persona, I think I should stay
home... I think I was born without the bonding gene...

Nice of you to ask though...

Onya bike...

Gerry

 

<betty looks alarmed>
Rednecks? There are rednecks in here?

Eeeek! Who were those charming gentlefolk I met before, then? And what had
they done with the REAL aus.motians???

Ooh, you grumpy ol' man, you! ;-)

betty

 

Don't worry, it's just paranoia filling in for the missing brain
remnants...

There's this problem, see?
[1] They say we create our own experience.
[2] They say we learn from our experience.
[3] {1] + [2] = the perfect feedback loop.

And then there's the missing brain remnants...

And before that it was, as a 10yo, being shunned as a wog and a reffo
when I arrived in Oz.

And before that it was, as a 6yo, being shunned as a "foreigner" when
our family were reffos in Austria (that's the place just north of
Italy, not the one just north of Tasmania.)

Oh yes, we create our own experieinces, all right... And pop
psychologists ought to be strung up...

Too much information?

Ignore me, I'm obviously just wallowing in self pity...


Onya bike...

Gerry

 

And yet people like Peter Skryznecki, having similar experiences, find
catharsis (and enduring HSC-text list inclusion) in poetry. Better out than
in, I'd say (although I'm not sure it worked for Sylvia Plath - at least,
not long-term). Vent all you like, Gerry, it's good for you! Better still,
put it into free verse - paint pictures with it, make art, it's the ultimate
in recycling - turning the weeds and creepers of memory into rich compost...
or dross into gold - yes, Virginia, there IS alchemy...

betty pottymouth the alchemist <snigger>

 

The 12 minutes of my life I'll never get back!

 

Being married to a better poet might account for that.
< Dons heat-proof suit >

 

Oh I dunno, I think Sylvia found herself a solution eventually.

JL
(not one I'd generally recommend, but everybody makes their own choices)

 

I figured the first three would be the lead-up and then the fourth would
deliver the punchline.

 

*Bogan*

I'm a bogan not a redneck Gerry ;-P


G-S

 

Nev.. is of the opinion:

Nope.

- Matt

 

Easy girl. I think you're more charming than Charmayne.

Theo
Please don't reference Clem's bum. We've all seen too much of _that_
pix already.

 

Have you got her addy. I think I'd like to meet her.

Theo