Journal Excerpt

[Ashley]

At The Duke of York hotel
in a quaint old farming town
Is where I met Narelle
who would show me what was broken
and how to make it mend

On the South Coast Highway
about an hour out of Albany
I nearly saw the end, and
the painful realization that
she was not my friend

In a dodgy midcoast motel
sixty seven minutes to four
Is where I foolishly felt sure
that I had found love
in the shape of a whore

A shady beachside suburb
on a peaceful line of coast
For now, I call it home
Safety in simplicty
Still scared of what I know

 

[Helios.]

You could start with your mother-in-law.

 

[(Wordy)]

^ Come again?

 

[Helios.]

"Flowers in the Attic."

 

[up all night]

I liked this. It was simple but I felt like there was so much more behind it.

 

[Helios.]

Yes, me too, Ashley--can you elaborate?

 

[Ashley]

Thanks guys.

Yes, there is much more to it, but it's a very long story.

I had a six month relationship with a bipolar meth addicted hooker that I could write a book about.

I might post some more of my writing, it will elaborate a lot more.

 

[(Wordy)]

I might post some more of my writing

Please do!

 

[Helios.]

Yes, Ashley, please do!

?Parlez vous, Francais?
?si vous plait?