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113.
Topic: 111-120
113. QVB clock and xmas tree. I'm sneaking a table without coffee or food. I smell perming chemicals. Five TV's to my right show me stupid hair styles ad I have found the source of the wet dog ammonia smell of the hairdresser. I need a hair cut but I trust no one with this task. The sign tells me to come up to gift heaven on L2. A too fat woman in an ugly singlet, bra showing and pink bobby socks stops outside to be reluctantly solicited by skinny pins in a mini for a nu do.

112.
Topic: 111-120
112. She pauses and paws at the shelves, caresses the spines; half lover, half child. Waiting to be chided for sticking fingers on unwanted surfaces again half lover, half child. Peers over at him busy in conversation and book buying, ordered, perplexed, my lover that takes away the child in me, makes me strong and sure or wont come back again. "Grab the dumb bells and flap your arms all the way to the top". The heavy world of training with odd juxtapositions. Vegan pies with chips and salad for $6.50, it's the 22nd.

111.
Topic: 111-120
111. Some people walk through doors like they are teaching it a lesson. Sting is on the radio, "You say I've lost my sense of direction, you can say all of this and worse". Nothing interesting to say about that actually. I'm trying to decide whether to quit smoking or not. I've gone all weekend without them apart from one desperate moment when I smoked a but off the ground, addiction proves that I'm not above such things although I knew the previous owner as if that counts for something an absolves me of something.

110.
Topic: 101-110
110. The house I pass, next to the Church that tells me "Tired of life? Jesus is Life, He gives new life (exclamation mark). Jesus said, I am come that they may have life - John 10:10", has a car in various stages of despair, well smashed windscreen anyway. There are toys on the back seat and toys on the nature strip. It changes daily and smells like peat.

109.
Topic: 101-110
109. It's a Saturday and I have no friends. If I ever make it to the bus stop (I keep stopping to write) I'm off to do my solo shopping effort so that when he calls I can pretend I have a life outside of him. Walk damn it! He called as I boarded the bus. Who am I fooling. An Old man in bowling attire; high pant style, tipped his hat to me in gauche stranger gesturing. It made me drop my pen with the charm of it.

108.
Topic: 101-110
108. Yesterday I saw a small child eating breakfast casually on the front door step, someone yelling something to him from inside, but he sat oblivious, content, consuming by his coco pops.

107.
Topic: 101-110
107. So where am I today? Westfield, 2nd floor caf? near Myer, Miami Ice. I've succumbed to the franchise. What's that I hear, Karoke from beneath, "You say good bye something something" oout of time. I have my back to the people. Why do they insist on these wide mouth glasses gaping open like a $2 hooker. They have the froth pattern down, even if it be minimal (I blame the glass). Cheap Australian fetta, pizza olives, tepid toasting but its all fine, coffee is strong and all is well in the universe. Today is the kinda day I wish a natural disaster or terrorism on this god forsaken mini mall (it's not mini but it sounds better).

106.
Topic: 101-110
106. I feel like Lost In Translation (link) only its not Japan it's Sydney. I love those Italian desserts; Cassata, Spumone - a timeless combo of gelato, smothering a tempting liquer sponge. The mafia strangles a drunk overweight whore is what I'd call it. A guyis singing the sting version of "I'll be watching you". Every this, every that I'll be watching you. He's struggling and we all wait with baited breath for "Oh cant you see". The high notes make it all worth while. I think I'm going to develop an eating disorder, maybe two.

105.
Topic: 101-110
105. Medicin Sans Fronterie. Docs without boarders. I signed up for this one coz it actually sounds good. I could hear him on the street, "Scuse me can I talk to you for one minute?" "Hi, how are you today" "Hi, can I have a minute of..." all rapid fire like watching the car races vroooom. People ducking and weaving and crossing the street just to avoid the guilt and uncomfortable rejection with no good reason. I could see him think twice about wasting his spiel on me. Volunteering at the info centre I was some how exempt but my age and appropriate disgust in the state of the world gave him hope.

104.
Topic: 101-110
104. "It's nouvelle cuisine mate, didn't know you could put tomato on a steak!"
Don't people realise the VL rip off bags don't go with an outfit under $100 or maybe they do but who are you fooling. Oh this is priceless, the guy running this sings along in encouragement. A 10 year old is singing, "Do it, take yo mama out all night". He's wearing orange shades, 3 day growth and hangover rock afflictions. Oh my! Air guitar! There is a punching bag game, PS2 with screens. "By the shining light of a start and men care from afar" (insert pic)

103.
Topic: 101-110
103. And off he went, punctuated by his speedy Brit acsent, overwhelming even those most schooled in crazy ranting nut bars. $3.50-$5.00 for a coffee here so I figured I could spare it for the Docs. Shit on me, some chick is singing "take yo mama out all night". Perfect, what's the bands name? The Darkness. Good wholesome Saturday arvo family entertainment. I need to go down stairs and take pics, better still record it. I need to move to Newtown or Glebe so this novelty doesn't become reality and a daily occurrence.

102.
Topic: 101-110
102. Contentment, comfort, these things are a state of flux, neutral, in between, the harshness and kindness of life. TV, sitting on a couch, getting bedsores, wanting for something to happen, inertia and worthlessness. It is the pain, the pin pricks and prods and tearing at the flesh that counts and makes us feel alive. A memory of a past love, the promise of a future, these things hurt and heal not the considering there of.

101.
Topic: 101-110
101. You hang onto your pain like its worth something...

100.
Topic: 091-100
100. But I digress... This seems to be the section for women eating by themselves on a lunch break. I always wanted a man who wore cuff links. Calamari for table 1, focaccia for table two and bruschetta pour moi. It's windy, I'm going back to target.

99.
Topic: 091-100
99. The man on the other table with the pink T said, "Scrotum" to a table full of ladies all in various shades of mauve. The waitress is blond with short shorts (the 1/8 th pant to be exact). Yesterday she had rainbow socks, today; white with purple ornamentation (I looked up motif in the thesaurus and that's what it came up with, it seemed funny). Various customers attempt to abate the wind by clipping the door shut. I've had a go, so has pink shirt, coke and magazine did it. Fuck Simply Red, he'll "keep holding on" and squealing like a half roasted piglet blood nut. I have red hair by the way. Does that change anything. Sorry to spoil your imagining. People don't usually imagine redheads. I probably sound brunette, maybe you haven't thought about it. Redheads seem to symbolise a whole different thing. Always kinda weird looking. It's not bright red or, heaven forbid, strawberry blond. It's chestnut, amber, all those nice words that make you feel like you're in a log cabin with some guy in a cream wool knitted jumper in front of an open fire in a telemovie or on Days of Our Lives in soft focus or maybe a B-grade splatter film just before 100 flesh eating zombies chainsaw the door down. Does anyone think that Peter Jackson showed great restraint in LOTR, I mean imagine if Middle Earth had a Bunnings and they armed themselves with a couple of thousand two stroke victor lawn mowers Brain Dead style. Brilliant, if it works for the undead I say use it.

98.
Topic: 091-100
98. "If you read this you r ugly" the wall of the bus stop told me. Before I could stop myself I was taken. I took a photo for everyone. It's brilliant. So after much wandering and floppy disc altercations I have settled into a new caf?. A cuntstomer service ass-istant came up to me, "what d'you want" (hands on hips). With raised eyebrows and audible exhale I attempted to show my "Fuck you if you are going to speak to me that way" but with politeness and a care factor "0" I was prevented from enacting the idea of rugby tackle to the ground or kick in the balls. I'm becoming acquainted with the attitude of overly courteous behaviour with a quid pro quo threshold and then its time to snap. Not really but it's all around me and it so foreign it makes me giggle. Everyone is a caricatured of a caricature of a clich?. Says me trying to pretend I'm in Paris in the middle of Rockdale. It's a beautiful day.

97.
Topic: 091-100
97. "I'm on a black elevator going down" (Tom Waits). You like being the person less subscribed, you don't have to play their petty games, adhere to the rules of engagement. Detached, alone. And we flock to your side like god who looks after those who refuse to look after themselves. I'm so pissed of by the time you get there that I could kill you with a smile. You're at the window and I refuse to look lest you know I am desperately available.

96.
Topic: 091-100
96. I never fancied myself as a window watcher or a phone waiter but here I am. Calvino and Mr Waits and grey days and coffee and cigarettes restores some of my psyche to its natural state. I seem to want to pitch "him" against "them" to have some deconstructed snigger. Why would I do that? It's my only defence against indifference. It's fucking 11.53, how long does a shake take?

95.
Topic: 091-100
95. "I'm an amalgam" I can't remember which movie I heard that from but if you do, feel good about it. Always nice to get the reference :) Vicious officious middle aged service providers, hides tanned, steeled and toughened against the mad humans.