Burn

Skin pealing off like a horrible case of dandruff. Snow storm. Nowhere to take cover. Scalp in my throat. Naked and strict, the office sweaty and soaked in a nervous tension. Me chained to the convict chair, only the big brown desk dividing the loser from the brains. Her iced breath of dooms day like a cold shower down my neck. I don't fancy this part of progress. The slaughter. The lecturer, she had too many mean things to say. I nearly lost my head but I managed to escaped the dragon. I'm still alive!

My head's still in bed. Back in Brissy. These days I'm living the lazy life in Paddington. Vietnam was epic. So going back there someday. Hopefully soon. Heavily overwhelmed. I'm out of words. Now an angry lady at Nathan Campus is kicking me out of the hallway. Not supposed to sit here. Not allowed. I'm running away. Tomorrow I'll head for Perth. Can't wait to get more stories down on paper - I will write an adventure book for messed up kids. The one on the picture I found on the West End Market a couple of weeks ago. It's dated somewhere round 1935. Sick. Major Research Essay is on the menu. 

I ask How to make a record? Mylee & The Milkshakes tells me how. 

Even got flight tix to Sydney the 19th. Exited like a fur-ball in the wind!

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