I'm awesome

If you bottled the essence of awesome, that would be me...

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rainbow

red and yellow

green and blue

purple and orange too

i see a rainbow

i see a rainbow

you will see one too

little green men come

marching in

pointing and directing

to the pot of gold

round and black

you look in awe

the mountain of gold

the sea of wealth

whom ever can find

it will take it all

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geek/nerd

i work all morn

i work all night

i bust my ass off

but that's all right

i’m neglected and rejected

i’m shoved in the mud

i piss when I see her

i cry when I don’t

this is the life

the life of a geek

a geek a nerd that’s what were called

we take your abuse

we strive on your shame

but that’s what we get for

being the master race

i bow down before you

i kiss you at your feet

i worship and adore you

i look from afar

i get milk on my shirt

i get food in my pants

i get wedgied

i’m laughed at

i ride my tricycle to school

call it a perk, call it whatever you will

to you we’re not the same

but in the eyes of others

we’re just benignly same

we’re born this way

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Victim

the sun rises everyday

it sets soon after before the bodies waste away

the spillage of young minds

the boom of the gun

before you know it you know it you have lost your son

before

people blame society

whilst society  blames the people

there are no answers only the victims

victim of the times

victim of the mind

we’ve been victims since long ago

so just be another victim and confront your foe

your fucking brother is to blame

your fucking sister is the same

they’re using you

and abusing you

there is no amends

the only answer is to run into your firery(sic) dens

victims know what is right

they know that its all not worth the fight

its natural selection

to reach your perfection

the time is right

the motive is clear

your life and your soul have been seared

the only restriction are the other predictions

we are victims of the times

we are victims of the mind

so join the club of victims and confront your foe

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Flashback (Poetry)

Found a few sheets of paper in my childhood bedroom. Typed with a typewriter on stale pieces of paper were the following:

Looks like I was the typical angst filled teen.

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How to Bake the Best Chocolate Chip Cookies, According to Science --

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Just scored 35860 points in Voxel Rush! Can you beat me? #voxelrush

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Didn't even know this was a thing...

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I have joined the dark side! Went and got myself an android phone.

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In love with Flick

Just got a new phone 2 weeks ago and absolutely smitten with it. I've finally joined the masses and procured a smartphone. Her name is Flick. Don't ask me how I came up with the name. As all things go, it just felt right. I name all my gadgets, I'm crazy like that. 

I've lost count of how many times I have poked her. I poke her in bed, in the bathroom, and even I'm bored at the bus stop.

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Dish #10 - The Humble Sandwich

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Dish #9 - Spag Bol

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Dish #8 - Sunday Roast Lunch

Sunday isn't Sunday without the Sunday Lunch Roast.

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Dish #7 - Chips & Gravy

I'm all about cliches. Cliches are popular because they ring true. I couldn't imagine a world without cliches. It makes it easier to categorise people and form judgements before they can dispel them. Its just efficiency at its purest. It was at university that Chips and Gravy found me. The food found in the food court of the Wentworth Building was sad at best. You find the sorriest noodles and meat and two veg meals here. Meat so poorly prepared it was once discovered to have menstrual fluid over it. Back then, not in the confines of full time employment you tried to scrounge around what shrapnel you had left for a lunchtime meal. If I was feeling particularly health conscious or had a few extra coins. I would go upstairs and construct my own sandwich, which often turned out to be monstrosities. But more often than not, I would stay downstairs and hand over my $2.50 for a takeaway container of chips and gravy. I would have this so often, I could differentiate between the servers and who gave me the best and biggest servings. The first time I had this memorable dish, I was appalled. In that plastic container, I found some of the soggiest and saltiest chips I've ever faced. They literally fill half the large takeaway container with a really thin salty gravy. There is no getting around this. Prior to this, I have always liked my chips dry and crunch with a light dusting of salt. However, after a semester at university I would tell them to put more gravy. The soggier the better. In the end, the meal was more akin to potato soup. With all the nutrients that a student needed. Lord only knows how I avoided putting on kegs during this period, but I didn't. I still salivate thinking about a plate of the softest gravy soaked chips laid before me. Good times. Especially when you wash down this meal with the cheap beers offered at the bar adjacent.

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Dish #6 - Steam Fish with Ginger and Shallots