Almost Made It To Dawn
I don’t fucking know. What can I tell you, mate? The world is a sublime mixture of godawful fate and excellent cheese.
There is shitty cheese, but we don’t talk about that.
Godawful fate, however? Yes, lawd. We are gonna talk about that.
I went out in the dark night and found the quiet. I stood on the trampoline in the summer night and gently bounced on my heels with a glass of tinto and a spliff. The night played to me and I played Caledonia to it.
My sorrow has hardened into anger and I am seething.
We live on a beautiful island. We have everything from lithium to natural gas, mountains to beaches, seafood, history — everything. So why are we so shite?
Our worthless government, that’s why.
When was the last time you felt you could call on your local MP to help you? Do you even know who your local MP is without googling it? Jesus Christ, we are so fucked.
I’m having a personal crisis of epic, midlife proportions. The country has no right to suddenly turn to sand on me as well. Shite.
Summer, embrace me this year and send me into forest heaven. Please. I need the earth’s embrace more now than ever before. I feel so alone without the trees.