Part 7: Party Monster

In high school I had made three new best friends but got particularly close to one.  Little did I know I would be living with this buddy of mine.  I couldn't afford much and travelling was too tiring so I agreed to share rent in a space that meant I would not have my own room.  I crashed in the lounge and since I didn't sleep much in the first place I didn't see a problem with this.  Most of all I needed to be in Durban and away from ST. ANGER. I shared a place with my best buddy, his flatmate and a girl that he battled to get along with.

My best buddy and I got along just fine.  Sharing high school memories, being nerds, superhero fan boys to shout out reaction quotes to particular happenings around us, we were great together, we were the "Dude Where's My Car, The Harold and Kumar goes to White Castle," boys.

Then there was the girl, who later became known as, "she whose name cannot be mentioned."  Now mouse and her did not get along at all.  Being in the dark about the history of her character, little was revealed at a time.  Eventually she moved out before I could comprehend the full force of her character. (We played around with binding and banishing evil spells, perhaps this was the reason).  It concerned me little though since a whole new adventure was about to unfold.

In the first place I lived - "The Hot City Apartment," I discovered my first gay boy infatuation, the nightclub atmosphere of the notorious 330 on point, which came with the discovery of the world of ecstasy.  Falling in supposedly love, being high, sensual hot body massages of glistening sweaty bodies and vibrating bass surging through your entire being while on this little pill that I had once thought I would never touch.

Cleaning up my act and moving away from the world of drugs and forming little fantasies with straight college boys that I would smile sweetly and speak softly too with hopes of the pages turning and unfolding into a Mills and Boon Novel. Yeah right!!! it never happened but I had to believe that in a college filled with students surely there had to be other boys waiting to embrace romance.  I mean the club and drugs certainly lead to nothing but blurry lines of disappointments.  But alas, nothing came of it.  Now I found myself in a whole new area.  Redefinition of my character since I was more experienced and now in a place of somewhat freedom to embrace the ball of trapped energy that lay dormant.  

I became a fully fledged Goth.  The make-up, the jewellery and the accessories and next to find the avenue to express the sub-culture.  It all happened one gloomy night whilst walking down a dark path, (It was actually brightly lit with street lights and crowds of people), a strange but fascinating girl dressed in a Kimono looked up at me and said, "I think you belong in here..."

To be continued...

   

Miraculous Phenomenon Of Life Responses Practising Roy's Theories.

One of my hobbies is to collect DVDs. A friend of mine decided to drop by and return some borrowed discs.  I cleaned my home and invited him for a cup of coffee. At a certain time I had scheduled a hair appointment for a long over due haircut.  My friends advice was too take a walk to the salon which is up the road rather than wasting cash by calling a taxi.  Taking his advice I got a life response, when a manager and friend of mine had seen me walking up the road and was busy collecting her thoughts of hiring someone for the upstairs venue, decided I would be perfect for the job.

The things that come into play is that in Roy's book he mentions how cleaning can attract work.  I had cleaned my home before my buddy came by to drop of the movies.  The other response I had invoked was using Roy's principal of collecting all debts owed to you in his law of attraction of money, I applied this to my DVD collection. My collection tends to stagnate because people never seem to return them.  Once I cleaned , attracting work,  called my friend to drop of the DVDs, collecting what is owed to me and then taking his advice and point of view I had gotten a life response.  Other attributes that come into play is neatening one's image creates abundance (haircut).  The aspiration that I needed to get out of my old job, and my journey to the salon was decided upon the need to feel happier and more positive since I wasn't feeling that great. Getting a new look and hair cut always makes one feel excited. 

Perhaps it's a silly example but on a deeper level the connection of the dots of me walking down the road at the same time while the manager was thinking of hiring is stunning!!!!

Q7: True Love - Karmayogi

"True romance never dies or diminishes.  Rather it grows in charm with the passing years. Only that which pretends to be romance can die." - Karmayogi

Interlude (Part 6.1)

Okay, so from the haunted room with creaky door handles, to the haunted house where things went bump in the dead of the night, to the hot in city-summer-apartment, to travelling back and forth, there was a little interlude moment to this Foxx's tracks.

During my college holidays I made some tracks to Greytown to earn some part time cash. The house I was staying at was one that I had stayed at before.  Here comes the strange bit...

The previous time I was there was a little family event.  So I had to crash in the lounge.  One night while laying on a mattress I notice a cloud of smoke in the dark.  Greytown can get pretty cold in winter so the lounge had a fireplace.  Now my first reaction was that the fire that was dead was giving of it's last breathe but that was an impossibility since it should have went straight up the chimney.  My second thought was that somehow the place had caught on fire!!!!

The light in the passage way was on so I thought lets shed some light on the situation.  The intriguing thing was that the smoke was swirling and forming shapes. I saw a wheel and I cannot remember the rest but perhaps a horse even, if I'm not mistaken.

I open the door just a little to let some light enter the room and smoke rushed away and vanished.  There was no smoke, no fire...nothing...

I wonder...

The Howling Foxx. Song 7

Everyday Is Like Sunday by Morrissey

This was the third song on Morrissey's debut album.

When I heard this song I immediately fell in a romance stupor with his warm, melancholic vocals.
Dreamy and depressing...












Morissey is a vegetarian, gay and the song themes on a coastal town.  Easily visible as to why this song resonates something in me.  I grew up in a small coastal town that I didn't enjoy very much.  But I like the song for more than just that. Morrissey handles the vocals brilliantly and the blending of words are like a soft paint brush running smoothly across a coarse canvas.

Tastes Like Chocolate Pt 3. DAN STEVENS

Tastes like Chocolate Pt 1.

                                      GARY BARLOW

PAUL RUDD

DAN STEVENS

The Art Of Words Pt 7: Back & Forth

I had a dream

bound by chains

found a heart

turned to stone

the heart

brittle and dry

like roses

crushed between

my fingers

a reminiscent scent

left behind

the chains

that set me free

in reality

were no longer there

chaos

in my head

I found a heart

clenched

held it tight

spooky shadows

in the darkest 

nights

slipped through my fingers

no more

in my head

in my mind

in my dreams

in a dream

nothing was there

in my dream

in a fantasy

I found a heart

It was gone

In my mind

awake

in a dream

in my fantasy

in a reality

chaos

gone

Another that I had written awhile back...

This poem reads from top to bottom and bottom to top.