The Jotunn's Symposium

Dentist

Here I am sitting in the waiting room of the dentist. I haven’t been to the dentist in probably 10 years, that’s no lie either, so the trepidation and fear I’m feeling right now as I listen to the drills and vacuums is going to send me to the cardiologist before I make it into the dentist chair.

I never really get pain, well maybe once a month or if i eat chocolate, I’m thinking he’s going to throw the book at me, I’m fantasizing though that he will tell me that I have special teeth that are super resistant and if keep doing what I’m doing I’ll be fine.

I just heard the words root canal, shit maybe cardiologists and dentists are secretly in business together. I think I’m up!

Well it’s d-day, assessment is due in three and half hours. It wasn’t so bad, the process that is, the quality of my work is another story.

It only took three bottles of cider, six hours of various metal artists and absolutely no facebook (unless it was assessment related).

The relief of completing an assessment is like taking the biggest dump of your life, one that you have been hanging on to all day becuase there is no adequate facilities available. You feel free, light, you can think clearly, your appetite stabilizes and you feel like time is no longer ticking so loud in your head you cannot hear what anyone around you is saying.

J.

Social Networking…

… is like some f*** up addiction, not to mention the internet in general, its invading everything and everyone, and everybody is watching everyone else. I think back to movies like Enemy of The State, The Net, The Matrix andHackersto name a few and there envisioned reality is beomcing more and more apparent.

J.

Dear Hipsters

Stop! Just stop! Just stop trying to blend every decade into one style, it’s just wrong. Period. And its really annoying. And i think you guys just look silly.

There I said it.

F**** Hipsters

P.S your trend is named after a type of underwear, whats up with that?

On Studying (again) - Peoples Wisdom

I like when I complain to people about having to do assessments and they say to me “its altight it will be all worth it in the end”, i think to myself casually, of course it will there no denying that otherwise i wouldnt put myself throough this pain and torture as opposed to i dunno sitting down sitting down having a beer, letting my brain rot, that’s not the issue, the issue ismakingit to the end.

J.

My One and Only

I sit in bare ass room, my easel sits in the corner with a half finished oil, from time to time its scent whispers in my ear to come and complete it, but study I must. The weather is that classic sombre grey, where my thoughts hark back to old rainy days with my girl, in bed, at the movies, out at dinner, sitting on my old balcony chain smoking, rapt in conversation, sharing socially awkward situations together, playing footsie as the evenings bite sinks its teeth into our flesh.

The front door is open and the draft is encapsulating me further more with memories of day trips to the mountains together, wrapped in a hug before the famous three sisters - their stony faces staring out across the Blue Mountains. All day breakfast lunches, coffee, the way home, our silly singing voices warming us better than the air conned car, longing for that moment we get inside and curl up together, our bellies full, our skin like glaciers beneath the sun under the warm sheets of our bed.

Coffee, I go into the kitchen and make a fresh mug, it reminds me that coffee is one of the things that drew us together, whether we were going through star bucks drive through, drinking it together on my balcony, or in bed basking in its warmth after making love, it didn’t matter so long as we were doing it together.

I cannot wait until I finish studying so that I can come home to you and snuggle, so that we can kiss and caress, I don’t just want to run my hands all over your body I want my skin to breathe in yours, so deep my skin feels tight and only your touch in return can let it exhale in relief.

The connection that I feel with you goes beyond words, I just simply feel it, I can try and be as poetic as I want but nothing beats just grabbing you and pulling you in so close we nearly choke for air, even then I cannot get enough of you. Even when we are so deeply intimate we are hurting, it is as though I just want us to collide in such as way we are seeing and hearing through one another.

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You have just come around for a quick visit, you bring our beautiful daughter, some say they see me mostly, and some say they see you mostly. I see us, only with you am I able to make such a commitment, no one could ever have made me feel so loved, so special, so confident, so excited about our future as to have a beautiful child with. Lucky is an understatement. In her I see you and I, I see our vast and exciting future together, I see our next child, and I see our happiness, our Love.

You help me with my assessment, give me a fresh perspective, you reassure me, you calm me. Then we kiss. Here I am then, sitting in this bare ass room, a desk, lap tops before me, the classic sombre grey outside the window before me, some tunes are playing and I’ve nearly finished my coffee, I cannot wait until we are drinking coffee together tonight, I hope these assessments do no keep me up too late.

You are my one and only and I am so thankful.

Much Love, your man.