Thursday, October 01, 2009
Kissing Butterflies


Saw this on a public bathroom wall, wirtten rather well in black vivid.


A bird may kiss a butterfly

A friend may kiss a friend goodbye

The morning dew may kiss he grass

But you my friend can kiss my ass


Subtle, intriguing and mildly humerous.


Thats all I got.




Posted at Thursday, October 01, 2009 by Haphazard

Saturday, August 30, 2008

I went to a party last weekend and the people were awesome.  I met  this guy called Tom and his wife Maryanne, cool old folks.  Married for 25 years or so.  Tom was so drunk by the end of the night he could barely stand.  He spent most of the night on the dance floor, dancing by himself. Every so often he would stop, grin at his wife then carry on about his business. 

It had me thinking of how rare 25 years of marriage has become.  25 years of waking up next to the same person.  He dances, she doesn’t.  She smokes, he doesn’t.  He loves loud music, she doesn’t.  He loves jeans and t-shirts, she loves suits and crisp shirts. 

They are both so different, but they work.  They work.  I was utterly mesmerised. 

They both love socialising, going on holiday with their children, travelling to new cities. 


While Tom was dancing on the dance floor by himself I asked Maryanne “How have you managed to say married this long?”  Her quick and abrupt response was simply “Tolerance”.  She then looked at me and smiled.

Posted at Saturday, August 30, 2008 by Haphazard

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DOB: 1979
Sex: Female
Location: Central North Island, New Zealand
No Te Tairawhiti (Predominant East Coaster, far from home)
Favourite Quote: The extent of progress always depends where you measure it from” Te Hau Tikanga
Favourite Poem: “My child what will you be a fighter or a peacemaker. Where will you paddle your canoe? Mo inaianei e tipu e rea……..For now grow and flourish”. Unknown


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