Another bunch of months has passed and I'm trying my best but blogging is hard I tells ya, damn hard.
I've even logged in and thought of some witty repartee, but shit it sounds pretentious and I scrub it. (thats because you matter to me, keepin it real my brothers) And now I know why.
Lilydale yes glorious Lilydale (not the arsehole of the universe, but you can see it from here Lilydale) Since I moved here everybody says oh you poor thing, so far away from everything, too far to visit, too far for you to come and see us. FOR FUCK SAKE its ten minutes from my old house and that was close enough. Its suburbism. Suburb bias. Lilydale is the pits, and we're not talking race car cool pits here, we are talking armpit greasy stagnant drippy hair laden pits.
I'm now a social outcast, a pariah. not quite Marina Pariah but still a pariah (how many puns can I fit in you ask) even though I josh through the tears I'm a broken man. My friends no longer invite me around, don't talk about me to their friends in case they find out, "he's from Lilydale" well I don't care any more, not fussed, not worried, not perturbed by the blinked pig ignorance of those from more affluent burbs. you can all go root a festering sock full of dog puss.
Well of course not ALL of you my dear friends, this rant does not reflect in any way my dearest, closest, bestest buddies who haven't forgotten me. I'll leave it to you to sort out who is in which camp and the rest of you, well start a rootin.
Human elsewhere, I'm not listening.
Rab
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