Peter

by thinking thoughts opposite to those you're constantly replaying in your mind. why? because it's difficult, if not impossible, to entertain two sets of thoughts at once. (incidentally, boils/whales often ''entertains'' two sets of musos at once. but I digress).

to be sure, anything any of you write.

remember: anything many of you write.

wasn't for my participation, your pointless lives would never be enriched. the thing is, I don't give a monkey's whether I'm banned or not. some putz sent me a PM earlier threatening to ban me. eeewww-aaahhhh! here's how we differ - I mean aside from me having done well from my own hard work that is - the majority of you schlubs are fear-driven replicas of each other too frightened to act in any other way. you scroll through post after post occasionally (or, in the case of boils/whales, regulary), adding your inane and/or insane observations. whereas I do not, could not or would not gauge my self-worth on anything most of you write about. I mean, really, coolsies, you're so insignificant to me. sorry to hear about it.

anything any of you write.

I'm intruiged by what gene dr miss kate has diagnosed robbo with having. everyone's an expert when it comes to assessing the emotional, mental & physical state of others. regardless of the repeated failures constantly taking place in their own lives. often, the simple act of suggesting one form of sedative or another (and despite any given claim made by those selling the product, 'sedative' is the only suitable way to describe its function) should always be accompanied by a strong warning that whatever it is [that a qualified health care professional says] is wrong, it is not correctable by a magic pill. it's quite simple really. often too simple for the delicate geniuses (whose heads are located up their fat arses). fuck you coolsies!

the shrinks & meds just haven't worked have they, b/w? looks like you've got the rest of your life to perceive the world through such narrow eyes. good luck with that. remember: it isn't what you think, it's what you think they think about you that counts. major lol.

umm, it's a rather large edifice in the centre of the town, Matt. a somewhat grand old Victorian building with excellent acoustics. steps at the front of the building, which faces East, lead up from George Street and are a popular landmark that serve the secondary function of a meeting place. the lovingly restored Queen Victoria building is across the road. and the church next door to Town Hall was where Michael Hutchence's funeral service took place. there's also a rail station directly below Town Hall. one of several subterranean stations spread over the city.

enjoy your weekend, 'slayer. i'm signing off now to eat and later to check out gunnies.

actually, 'slayer, my last port of call workwise was darkest North Sydney, i then drove to neighbouring Waverton to ride the rails into Town Hall.

(is this Twitter material, b/w?)

move over rover and let v_ take over.

not bad work, v_

meet me in town or lunch?

(kinda flirting)

sorry to hear about it, 'slayer.

hi-ho, coolsios! i go to cit-ee who's up for lunch?

'slayer, you're married. consequently your days of chasing wool are over. me? i'm not. i can pack meat, heat'n'cash (but i'd never pay for it) and tune gunnies till Brown's cows come home.

and don't be a putzmeister all your life.