This is just some of the mail that gets filtered directly to my junk mail box. Thought it might give you a laugh. • Meet a lovely Russian woman today (do I need to learn the language?) • Super quality wireless spy cameras (to spy on the lovely Russian woman?) • Luck will knock at… Continue reading What I learnt today from my junk mail box.
It was the summer I turned fourteen that I wandered into a dusty book shop in Maroubra. The shop itself was almost hidden in a small dingy mall. The windows were grimy; a fag hung from the mouth of the shop assistant as she sat on a stool behind the counter. Her eyes were… Continue reading Black Like Me
There is an article in the New Zealand Herald that got me thinking this morning. It helped me think about something else than the chaos in my home from kitchen renovations. More on that later. Siena Yates: TV3's in house war over Taika's racist comment. This is a good take on racism here in New… Continue reading New Zealand is as racist as F**!
So people...this is my entry. I would love it if you would click on the link here. Then you could do 1 or 2 things. Or both. Click on the 'favourite' star. Share on Facebook. You could enter yourself as well. One entry is free.
she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving Saturday's child works hard for a living But the child born on the Sabbath Day Is fair and wise and good and gay. *** Saturday's… Continue reading Saturday’s Child
Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short
standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo