& yet William Blake is it impatience laziness greed? that has me talk this way about the Spirit of the Land isn't it only blackfella who can do that?! but as someone once said to me "Malachi, there aren't enough of us" & so i overcome great trepidation lacking initiation & now just waking from disturbed dreams pointing me against continuing but as most people suspect our balance is out & for some reason i was born a shapeshifter there may well be kickback as the ancestors wrankle against it but i see them, hear them, feel them constantly why else do they appear to me? other than they know i have honour who are u to trust me? strange line comes to me & yet i'm being entrusted with something so inconvenient i think man i'd just like a nice date take up concreting & ignore words but for some reason i've been chosen as i first was in childhood when the country around me lit up through my being & all was united nothing divided wha...
i sense a sense of humour next to the tumor which might be nothing but i'm not going to a bloody hospital i've seen Charlie's Country i wanna die vomiting bleeding crying shitting & laughing in my own bed like a man not a slave hallucinating the spirits who are a united nations now enough constipation Queen Victoria! this is our great southern land & stop mining her, junkie! suk a dik!