The crickets play their melodies as I type this. My fingers go to the rhythm as I click the keyboard. The constant whirling of my computer fan is the beat and the fridge is making a fucking subtle but annoying static in the background.
Although that orchestra is playing in my mind or maybe even reality... it doesn't clear out the voices inside my head.
To Leanne. I don't actually remember the day we met.. I'm pretty sure it was when you were in year 9 or something. Well, I'll miss you a fvck load. 550. Those were the days. I lived for the 550. The 30 min bus ride was the highlight of everyday. School was just a buildup for the amount of shit that happened on the 550 or waiting for it at Eastwood. Even then, at school sitting down and doing jack shit. That was the life.
I'll definitely miss you. I'll definitely visit you.
Other news... today... the Fairfield Mayor sold his tie at a charity auction for $3000AUD.. lol. Thank god it was for charity. Whilst at the charity.. I drew on shit. Here's something I drew:
/timbo400