Every Thing Is Broken.

 

Dad woke me up early today, i dont know the exact time-but-the sun was not up.

perhaps i should be getting up earlier to take some photos.

i was in a rush so i did not have much time to think about the photo's i was taking-still the numbers game works ok.

also-i went to Carlisle again today-but i only took a few photos.

if you want to read about my day-read more.

 

 

-and how was your day?

odd, well maybe not so much.

-your day sounds nice-

i was woken up by dad this morning

i milked-with mum-dad was fixing a pipe-water and such

and mum was in a shit-as per usual when she milks

anyhow, i took some photos thismorning-but not too many-milking and all

then had breakfast downloaded the photos etc. and jumped into the ute with dad and my dog jack

we drove out to the bush-our place at Carlisle

there, my 'cus' from melbourne

had some motor bikes

idk why he had them

he wasn't there

but they were

so i was riding that and taking photos and that was fun

then he and his friends turned up

"city slicka's"

they put on helmets and gloves those stuff

and at the time i saw it as odd-haha

and there i was riding around with my camera around my neck and no helmet or anything

just-not giving a shit

then i went and found dad

and drove the dozer for a bit

tried to level some ground, a shitty job

the ground clumps in grassy heaps

and the sun beats down on your neck like a wasp

then-what did i do next?

umm, messed around

went around on the bike for some more

the clutch on that bike was fecked

it was getting stuck open

then, had a beer. as you do.

and drove home-had dinner, noticed mum was still in a shit.

and here i am.

and thats what i did today.

i think i'll post this.

what do you think?

- i think you should