The latest in the Charlie saga Part II

 it somewhat of an improvment from the glam rock days. 

Paradox of Inquiry

You either know something or you don’t.

If you know it you won’t look for it.

If you don’t know it you won’t even start to look for it. 

Want

Cabbage Face

C A B B A G E 

F A C E: Cabbage Face. 

If we were in Paris, you

Might be called mon petit choux,

But you’re in a different place, 

So I call you Cabbage Face. 

I got thirty shillings for that, copyright sold outright. I went to Scarborough well-equipped with hgh-grade condoms. 

ANTHONY BURGESS 

Love in Theory

Love 

You start off just being attracted to just one beauty. Then, you become very Mick Jagger esque and say; why just stop at one beauty, why not be attracted to them all? Then, you will come to see that, beauty is even more perfectly substantiated in the soul then in the body. Once you've started to love beauty you will then divert our attentions on falling in love with beautiful souls. 

Contributors to this theory:

Socrates 

Plato

Angie Hobbs 

Erotic Love Poem

Silently you come to me

Entwining fingers as our hands meet

I give you a feather kiss on your cheeks,

And I whisper ''I love you"

Then you slowly lick my fingers one by one

Teasing ... Tasting ... Tempting

I press myself to you

You bend your head to kiss my lips

I caress you gently with my fingertips

Your stomach curves inwardly

You skin tingles to my touch

I run my fingers along your back

Massaging gently as I go

I feel your manliness responding

As I am pressed so close to you

Our lips meet in passion

Tongues licking in unison

You gently kiss my face

With butterfly kisses so light

Your mouth finds my breasts

Cupping my nipple in your mouth

Flicking it with your tongue

Pinching it with your teeth

You glide fingernails down my sides

Feel the goose bumps you have created

Your mouth moves on nipping my flesh

As you travel down my body to my calves

I am so alive & awakened for you

My bare nipples rub against your chest

I lift my head to taste your mouth

My hands stroke you sensually to life

We both crave each other

Passion unleashed

Throwing your head back

You can't take anymore

As I shriek in ecstasy

In one strong push

Your inside of me

You move faster and faster

We are both scaling the sky

The joy is immense...

Then we both sigh...

Looking Forward

Hello Alyce,

 

It was good to see you at Woodford, however, brief. It was my first time and I was blown away by the magic and beauty. It was this awe inspiring mass of sights, sounds, colour and beautiful people. It would have been nice to hang out with some Murbah peeps though. I saw some others too. Lauren from our grade ( who now lives in Sydney ), Ben ( very briefly ) , Camilla ( grade above us ), I also met heaps of new people, which is always fun. The first night I was there was the best for me. I had been up the past couple of days celebrating Christmas in Sydney then had to travel up north, but as soon as i got there I just found all this energy to push on an i was so happy and proud of myself for being able to do so. I saw a few cool acts that night but most notably; Oka (amazing to dance to )  and Wacko and Blotto ( just wow, what the fuck? )  

My camp was pretty bad in terms of how organised everyone was. I mean I was fine and well prepared ( My bag weighed 34 KGS!! ) I had to pay extra to be able to board the plane! Most of my friends were satisfied with a ‘A’ change of clothes and cash. In retrospect I know I did take a little too much but, my thinking was better to be prepared than be sorry. Right? 

Anyway... Woodford was the most amazing experience of my life and I look forward to doing it all again at the end of the year.  : ) 

How was Woodford for you? You said it felt different this year? 

Happy New Year Alyce  : ) 

Leah xx

ps. Oka were FUCKING AMAZING!!! 

Beer Still Cold

So.. pretty much just lay out in the garden drinking beer and listening to music while writing silly things like this. 

Summer, it's pretty rad. Nothing, but beers and babes 101

The Latest in the Charlie Saga

One secret night

I’ve decided to keep Woodford first night to myself. What goes on in Woodford stays in Woodford. One day, I'm sure I’ll tell my best friend. But until then, the thoughts I have remain special because they are secret.  However, I will share one thing; It was the best night of my life thus far. 

Fairly Fairy

A glimpse of Woodford by night.

Critique

Before Reading the entry below keep in mind my thoughts on editing, not at all critical. 

Woodford

Woodford

So, I'll start of by writing that I have been back in Sydney for a week now and thinking about this entry I really should have wrote it when I arrived home. I miss the country and all my friends still living there. I saw heaps of old friends from high school while at Woodford and all I wish I could hang out with on a regular basis. Unfortunately, I can’t, which is a shame because they are all unique and beautiful people. Qualities that are hard to find in Sydneysiders. The gang, the people I went with. Hhmmm ... well, two things contributed to not the most ideal crew. However, that been said, it kind of paved the way for me to get out there and amongst it on my own. Which is not a unique experience for me, because, well, we all know I’m somewhat of a lone ranger? It’s hard to form some sort of a connection with the people you are with if their ideals are different to yours. If your out look on the festival is different. What do you hope to achieve while here? What do you seek from the festival? I wanted to try to get out there amongst it as much as I could. I did, this is something that I’m proud of myself for doing. However, it would have been good to be able to share that with someone. Not the whole time, just some of the time. Be able to sit in the chai tent with someone who I could hold hands with and fall asleep. I remember the second night I was there I went out (on my own) and saw a few bands and at this point I was really tired because I hadn’t had adequate sleep in about three days, I was sitting at the Grande listening to Hermitude play and I was writing a letter to my friend. All I was writing was I felt so tired I should probably go back to my camp and get some sleep. When walking back making my way through the festival (it’s quite big) I thought I will just bypass through the Chai Tent to see if there was anyone I knew there. I sat down and over heard the group next to me talking about weed. I asked if they had any weed I could buy and I joined them. We were all sitting around the table and they said no sorry, the only weed we have is for personal use. Then one guy from across the table gave me a little bit of weed. I offered to pay but he said no don’t worry about. It’s a gift, from me to you. I said thank you and was quite content. We all made small talk, you know, the usual, where are you from and the like. Then Jeremy said lets go back to camp and smoke some weed. Leah would you like to come? I said sure. While on our way back to their camp site I asked one how they all knew each other, he said oh well I only met them last night and we just bumped into each other again tonight. I was like wow thats so cool. Woodford is very much the place for meeting new people. He said, yeah, thats for sure. He went on the explain that he was here with three others but while at Woodford he hadn’t really hung around them much because he wanted to get amongst it all and experience as much as he could and meet new people. Then I said well the Chai Tent is the place to be (it really is) it’s like all the cool cats and like minded people come together at the Chai Tent. He said yeah they sure do. He also said it’s perfect for afternoon naps. (brilliant tip, I had an afternoon there everyday from then on in). Once we got back to their camp site we all smoked a joint and talked. Daniel went back to his camp first then five minutes later I said I should head back to mine too. We all exchanged emails and wished each other a happy Woodford. On the way back to my camp I was walking through tent city and from one tent I could hear the sounds of a couple in the midsts of passion, I chuckled.  When I got back to my tent everyone was asleep and by this stage I had managed to fight the sleep and find the energy to keep going. I rolled a joint and sat on the hill and wrote in my journal with my eyes closed. Not about anything in particular just what ever thoughts came into my mind. I must have sat there for hours. That morning I watched the sun rise then passed out. 

To be continued... I haven’t even started on the first night I was there, which was the best night of my life I may add. 

Lovers Spit

You know lovers will hiss. Lovers spit. 

Your reflection in the bus window.

It’s like sitting at the front of the bus and you know someone you know is up the back but you’re reluctant to go say Hello. For no other reason but at that moment your time is yours and you do not wish to force yourself to show compassion. Not that compassion dose not come effortlessly, it’s just in this instance it would be quite a challenging task to perform. You are quite content to stare out the window and carry on with reflecting on what it means to be in the city again, and being a lone ranger no less. This is what you do best, you are happy and still in love. Leah, I love you.