Brainwashing n Scrubbing

 

The loneliness industry podcast 

https://youtu.be/OAt74qe3Gws?si=gdg9lRz7l1xqtBxI

I went to some festival in Lismore last night to get a yummy dinner ... what was I thinking ?

I found Italian gnocci for $15 waited 15 minutes and tried to pretend that I was enjoying my bowl of hassle free dinner.  What was more enjoyable was the people watching and the fashions and non fashion people.  Thanks to my new HRT patches I was in an usual mood of noticing absolutely freekin everything...

I must of been seated at a crossroads to read this vibe like a 3D world newspaper - The fine dandy in a suit and a giant black dog - two fat lesbians one less fat but middle age does that thing to a woman's body they still were the cutest pair - then i saw the keli holiday pretty boy if I was in art photographer mode I woulda spun some yarn about project x I need you in this magazine - but my Kodak brain soaked up the crocodile socks and the stupid birkinstock sandles and blue silky boxer shorts and the blonde silky curly mullet hair - how did he do that look like he didn't care and put that look together - was he lismorean or Oxford Street metro ness  - as I became a temporary mouth breather from my jaw gaping over the crew of young hip things - i was distracted by the weaving interuption of my clear gawk vision by the ultra boring couple in generic white shirts blue genes comfy practical orthopaedic shoes with grey hair and dull faces - i wanted to run up to the wife and say "just try to express yourself with some big earrings something pleeeeaase dont let your life turn to beige and fade away stooop" but I didnt restrained from decades of soberness.

The whole scene bothered me and then I got my bowl of expensive nonsense and had to share my table with two ladies who had much less diplomacy than the two Indians who crashed our table on the carnival cruise to Tasmania. Shovel those shitty noodles into your gob lady dont mind me Im just some random nobody who let you crash my table - i have imaginary friends that have no where to sit now.  Is this a sign to move outta this town?  I saw daughters and Mothers arm in arm closeness and desperation , im hoping a unhealthy clinging.

If I could be assed I woukd write to the festival organisers and beg them to employ a sound engineer next year - or maybe pay their performers- the music was horrid or was it the sound quality?  I dont know - Im used to raves and night clubs - I have high standards for my ear holes  - but I Decided to stroll back to my car and I saw a young guy in an aunty betty style pastel patterned cardigan- wow he rocked it with his greasy almost mullet- made it into woolies and noticed the air around these snooty girls with their man like they have achieved something amazing - then i had to see thos dipshiz from uni to remind me to go home and get back into making art so I can be more success full than him - these hormones were making my brain wild with weird ass thoughts and details- so Schlumbergering at home today with a cracker headache from eating chocolate and chocolate coconut drink maybe - can't be that allergic -   anyway this podcast referenced above the loneliness hits the narc right on the . . about the flavour of narcissists swanning around Lismore sooo into themselves im waiting for this big implosion  - how do they keep that dorky too short fringe from growing into their eyes - it must be so hard to maintain the too cool ness.

Care factor zero but really care alot.

Anyway in homage to the weird ass vibes  I have some shirt designs to commodify on my observations.  

Basically its that new age self worship no connection - the Xavier Rudd  better than competition bull crud - so many people that put soooo much thought time and energy into their outfit and looking so snazzy but they dont have the desire nor capacity to connect with others or bring something authentic or be curious about anyone else.  We are all nobodies in a sea of commoness... I did not get the memo it is a fash bash...