July 1, 2024
I’m in Caloundra. I’m back! It sorta feels like a different place. Maybe because mom is here. And there’s a baby. Pablo aren’t doing the restaurant anymore either. So it’s a different vibe from before.
I’m only here for a week. I’m back where I started. I’ve been hanging out in the babies play pen. I’m back to where I started. I’m back to being a baby with my mom here. It’s like a death and rebirth.
I’m still thinking about University. I’m thinking about what’s next. I could go and stay with mom for a little while in Chisasibi. I could start online school. I could get a job pretty easily. That is an option.
I might also get accepted to York. I I want to go to school in person, but I don’t want to live in that part of town. I also don’t want a crappy job. I don’t want to feel constantly exhausted and miserable.
The baby is fun. But I don’t like when he cries. It’s so loud and scary. I think my opinions about having a baby has changed a bit. I don’t really know what you get out of it. I’ve noticed that my reason for liking babies had been selfish in a way. I liked babies because I found them entertaining. And once they cried I lost interest. I liked babies for what they gave me.
But it looks so exhausting to take care of a kid. And it’s endless. And I guess you lose a part of yourself. I guess there’s ways of continuing to do the things you love.
The turtle head beat his trumpet against the sky. The whole town was in awe of this performance. They stood up and screamed for more.
I was molested by ambition. It threw me to the ground and hurt me until I said sorry.
I think that my flight was real wonderful. I think I enjoyed watching great videos. The fucking headphones worked like shit. But the screen was even worse. I smashed my had in anger. The woman beside me soothed me and allowed me to breast feed.
The stewardess came barrelling down the aisle, screaming about terrorists.
We landed in Australia and the sky was dark. I crawled under the seats. I took a power nap. The stewardess grabbed me by the cock. Sh dragged me Ito the public rests rooms and fucked me till I grew old and grey.
I found my luggage. I took a train through the vast country side. I discovered liars in the bushes. I was falling asleep quickly. It was good to have a book. I read that scripture loud for all to hear. My fellow passengers fell to the floor in praise. A great light shone above my head and made the train conductor’s cock hard as rock.
I arrived at my station. I exited, feeling terribly handsome. I wandered around for hours, deeply unsure of myself and my motivations. A saviour from above appeared. He guided me towards the buses. I could not believe his generosity. The man said that the buses were just about done for the night. I would have been stranded, if not for his kindness.
I approached the bus with a fat fucking grin on my face. The driver greeted me with a pat on the ass.
I asked if I could tap with my credit card. The driver coughed. He gasped for air between hysterical laughing fits. Then he simply said ‘Nay’.
The Australian driver let me on anyways. What a kind kid! I would have been really stranded. Two saints in a row. What have I done to deserve this kindness.
I arrived in Caloundra, the birthplace of my anxiety. I connected to the free wifi. I contacted me familia. They came to pick me up.
It was joyous reunion. We stayed up dancing and praying into the early morning hours.
The baby greeted me when I awoke. He stared at me for a while. The babe was scared shitless. He’d never seen me before. I became nervous, myself. I began pacing anxiously. I fluttered my hands in the air. I fidgeted and shuffled my feet.
The baby eventually came to accept me. He took me in his arms and secretly soothed me.