My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

nicht an dieser Adresse

I've resorted to using different languages on the letters that I get weekly from telstra with regard to the previous tenants phone bill. I previously tried the old "not at this address" tag in English - but that didn't work. I have dabbled in "Not at this address!!!" and even at one stage tried a "Not at this address. Please stop wasting my money sending these invoices out!"

I received a copy of "The Kama Sutra" from a friend. It's not quite the ancient text - but is a modern version of the ancient text. It starts each chapter with the ancient version and then goes onto modernise it and interpret how it applies to today - all in full colour ancient portraits at first and full colour photographs following. The funny thing is the friend who gave it to me decided that they wanted to try some of it out - unbeknownst to them at the time, the first 10 pages or so after the "getting to know you" type part and the damn "bathing" and puting on perfume etc is all about oral sex - I was stoked at least!

The only trouble with the book is that in the modern interpretation of it - half the positions actually say that they may result in permanent penis damage. It is like they're all in there just to mock me with their alluring sights that will never be able to be achieved! If you look at the pictures they have in it - I can understand why they say they cannot be actually performed. The guy would have to be at least foot long to reach the orifice in the most outrageous ones and the photographs suggest he is no where near making the mark (and as some previous commenter pointed out I'm not a foot long).

Was listening the radio tonight and they did a segment on Joy Division. It made me want to come home and listen to some Joy Division songs. Sadly I do not own an album. This is something I will change tomorrow. New Order albums just aren't quite the same when on a Joy Division mission.

Love will tear us apart Joy Division

When routine bites hard
and ambitions are low.
And resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow.
And we're changing our ways
taking different roads.

Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.

Why is the bedroom so cold
turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed
our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
that we've kept through our lives.

Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.

Do you cry out in your sleep,
all my failings expose?
Gets a taste in my mouth
as desperation takes hold.
Why is it something so good
just can't function no more?

Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again...

I sit here wearing Australian boxer shorts. An Australian flag hangs from my curtain rod. An Australian flag bed spread is on my bed. I am Australian - hear me complain.