By: lilredridinhood67
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So how did i come to be here? I have three beautiful healthy children and a man i affectionately call "Hubby" although i feel i don't know him at all. I live in an average house, in an average street, living a very unremarkable life of an ordinary housewife where every week is a re-run of the last and nothing changes without a remote. It is a common scenerio of role play and domesticity; the good wife and her companion - the bottomless cane laundry basket.
But...........
Once upon a time i was 19 and invincible.
"Shhhhhh". This is what i wake up to. It is dark but i know who it is. I can see his dark looming shape above me; slowly coming down. The mattress gives creaking, then i am pinned, frozen. When he is finished he cleans me up; clumsily manouvering me beneath the shower soaping me down, washing my hair while humming a tune. Dennis.
Dear God,
Give me music and make it loud so that i may not hear my own sobbing. Give me Hendrix and Zepellin. Give me T-Rex and Deep Purple. Give me drugs and make them plentiful - all in different colours of the rainbow. Uppers, Downers and anything in between - it's all okay to me. Give me cider and moonshine and that sweet heady bourbon. Give me peace, give me respite. Give me a warm room, a white room with clean sheets. Give me light. |
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By: oggster8606
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"Give me Hendrix and Zepellin. Give me T-Rex and Deep Purple"
So I assume you're now in your 50's. |
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By: born2.sparklee
9/05/2009
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| Zita is in her Mid 30's :-) |
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By: lilredridinhood67
9/05/2009
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| I'll be 37 this September.... |
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By: born2.sparklee
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Music taste has nothing to do with age.
I'm in my early 20's and I love Hendrix, Zepplin, The Doors , Fitzgerald, Roy Orbison, Classical music.
God I could go on..
I love Trance also.. and while I appreciate the skills involved in hip hop and Rap and the situation that gave rise to it.
I don't like it. but my strongest feelings are reserved for pop...aweful, soul-less money hunger pop.
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By: heironymusbsch
9/05/2009
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| Music is ageless. It knows no boundaries of time, only emotion. It asks nothing but to be heard. It gives selflessly. It is magic incarnate, dreams personified......... |
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By: heironymusbsch
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| "Music with Rocks on"...Read Terry Pratcet if you want to know about the power of music :) |
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By: wearetwofatfarmers
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| lovely way of puting ya words there Dan,,oh and ya knifes been organised by the hierachy,,haha..wont be long mate,, |
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By: lilredridinhood67
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Keith returned the following afternoon wearing a killer grin.
"Wait until you see this sweetie; then tell me ya love ya man!".
He lifts me up off my feet in one big sweeping hug and i just want to bury myself into him. Looking over his shoulder i bite down on my lip trying my hardest not to cry. Only he can make me pure and i feel septic.
He leads me into the bedroom and presses a tight bundle of notes in my hand.
"How much you reckon?"
"Geez i dunno. Six maybe seven. Tell me really, how much?"
"Try eight. Eight grand - not bad for a little drive eh?".
Funny looking back - we felt like millionaires and although we were far off it; money was easy and every day was sunday. I had no legit work history for years but then i also changed my name.....
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By: lilredridinhood67
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It was summer 1991 when i found Baltazar dead in the backyard. For months on end he was escaping; scrambling over the 6 foot fencing but this time his luck had run out. Keith had him chained up to the Hills Hoist with the idea that at least he can go around in circles but he under-estimated the length of the chain because when Baltazar went to make his usual leap for freedom he flew over the fence but never did touch the ground. I found him dangling on the neighbour's side - choker chain taut, brown eyes bulging blindly; dead.
Keith was inconsolable; roughly running his hands through his hair and openly crying, distraught. That was the first time i've seen a man cry.
He dug a grave in the yard all the while wiping tears away with the back of one hand repeating "My mate, my poor mate".
It was just terrible to watch and i was lost for words. When all was done he threw the shovel and turned to me with eyes fluid and red and said "I'm going for a f'n drive". His voice was soft and broken.
Three hours later he returned somehow cold and distant. His eyes were vacant and he just wasn't there. Wary of bad moods and unpredictable mood swings that come with chronic drug use i left him to his grief and went to visit good friends of ours - Dean and Shelly. |
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By: born2.sparklee
10/05/2009
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Wish I didn't read that.
:-(
Poor doggie.. |
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By: lilredridinhood67
10/05/2009
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| He was a gorgeous dog - bigger than say, your average Alasatian. He took a while getting used to me > was a man's dog through and through, used to push in between Keith and me the jealous thing... |
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By: foxdemonau
10/05/2009
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| You write excellent prose, little red riding hood. Perhaps you might consider writing a novel? |
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By: lilredridinhood67
10/05/2009
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| Thank-you for your vote of confidence - all the work i submit online is protected under copyright and yes indeed i would like to see it all in a novel one-day > where it truly belongs however i need a good boot up the backside so to speak because i'm not quite confident enough to consult any publishers......yet. |
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By: born2.sparklee
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Lol, Zita..
I had a dog who was jealous of my Gf.
It was so funny to see..
It's a much more primitive and hugely less elaborate version of human jealousy!!
But it's still so cute to watch.
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By: lilredridinhood67
11/05/2009
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LET'S SWING!
STARRING...
NINA, KEITH AND THE FOUR "HAPPY LARKS"
I drink my Earl Grey white with two and i like my coffee back.
I prefer my steak done medium rare (i like it pink the best)
I love Lumbrusco chilled to party
A card game after dark
I........
Dean and Shelly. Whenever we went to their place it was all in the name of fun. They lived in a sprawling brick veneer with open plan living, a huge fireplace and a spa on the back decking.
The house had so many doors that by the end of a good night one was more than likely to end up walking around in confusion trying to find the exit or one of the two toilets. Consequently, on a number of occasions intoxicated guests were discovered urinating in the laundry or the garage by either mistake or desperation. Dimly lit for atmosphere it was a plush pile maze from one room to the next; a wonderland by night.
Every second Saturday their door opened at seven to the usual friends and regulars as well as the jittery and nervous "Newbies". Keith and i along with a few others had our little place amongst them all playing pool, kicking back in front of the glowing, crackling fire or smoking joints in the spa and talking.
Life was like that and we called it normal. We shared jokes, philosophy and partners. We listened to music and drunkenly sang along to Dean Martin and Sinatra. We played cards, ate Canapes and revelled in the joy of youth.
Shelly poured shots of Tequila
gunning a hundred megawatt smile |
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| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bkwn6tihv2A |
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Dammit. A mistake missed > so so unlike me.
I love my coffee Back/black black/back
Oh whatever...
I resign |
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A good writer never resigns
Only forgets to eat |
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By: lilredridinhood67
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"Play"
Listen babe, your'e holding it all wrong. Try it this way; it ain't gonna work like that
Look, see this? Hold it and keep it down and press HERE
Yeah, it should be the bigger of the two; can't you tell the difference?
There you go, what a piece of cake; didn't i tell ya?
Hey, you still with us sweetie?
C'mon on now
Where am i? Where am i?
Adda girl
THAT'S IT!
Focus now focus
Give me a picture of happy
Show us them blue eyes
Surrender a smile
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By: ljanine31
13/05/2009
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Music is ageless. It knows no boundaries of time, only emotion. It asks nothing but to be heard. It gives selflessly. It is magic incarnate, dreams personified.........
[heironymusbsch]
heironymusbsch, what a lovely response and thing to read this morning. cheers and thanx- a great way to start a day! |
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By: lilredridinhood67
13/05/2009
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Let's turn a page and begin a new chapter leaving the drugs and sex behind. Let's talk of music; the backdrop curtain to all of life's joys and sorrows, the novocaine for all the grazed and battered hearts.
I'll press the fast forward button now. It's 1993 and i'm hitching From Melbourne to Albury. It's easy, i'm well practiced and most people are friendly. Iv'e got my walkman and the Wilson sisters singing "Dreamboat Annie" and "Baracuda". I have long crimson finger nails and a smile that says "STOP". A backpack with all my worldly possessions including a tattered water stained novel titled "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" and a screwdriver. I am ambitious. |
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By: lilredridinhood67
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Now some of you maybe asking whatever happened to Keith and i and our seemingly carefree existence. Well, it just happened like this; one-day as i sat and watched him weighing and wrapping a few ounces of that green, heady merchandise with his brows creased with concentration i just knew i did not want to have children with this man. It was a deep feeling straight from the pits of my guts; a realization that i was no longer in love nor feeling love over-all. And so that same week i blurted it out after one of our petty arguments.
"I'm sorry but your'e not my soul-mate. It's pointless to pretend. I feel for you in a friendly way, in a sisterly way and i can never have your child".
Those were my words - like weights lifting off me. |
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By: lilredridinhood67
15/05/2009
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| From Albury it was a bus ride up to Charters Towers then onto Cloncurry before ending up in Mt Isa. Met alot of interesting folks along the way but i never strayed from the path. I had a married friend who lived there and she invited me to stay so it made a nice change to have a pillow under my head and something soft to sleep on - even if it was just a well worn mattress on the floor. Things were stupendously jolly for a good two months or so. We drank and joked with merriment, reminiscing about the good old days and pouring over photo albums till 2am. Her partner worked at the mine and it wasn't long before i was introduced to his best mate. I'll call him Diesel because by and large he reminded me of a dog i used to know by that name .....a solid and mean looking pitbull who had the majority of one ear ripped off in a fight. |
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By: mynameismrblonde
15/05/2009
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I had a similar "awakening" with a woman I thought was my soulmate. We had dropped E the night before and things went weird, as they do. Came to in bed alongside her, the blanket pulled high to our chins, silent and restfull, immobile in dawns first awakening. Turning just my head to the left to see her, I can still picture the image, will take it to the grave. She was next to me, pale, not moving, little trails of congealed blood run from her nose, drying like two black leeches before her lip. Silent and beautifull in death I thought. I lay there, dying by inches, looking at my dead girlfriend, the woman I loved with my heart, my soul, my very essence of myself, my soul coming apart as I waited for my brain to function so I could do something, panic, cry, scream, anything, anything but lie there in stunned shock. Then she took a deep breath and I realised that she wasnt dead, had just had a blood nose when her blood pressure went thru the roof from the E......
A piece of me died that night....... |
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