misterjeff

I don't eat tuna (much) but this young lady, does. The grey cat. You know, the grey cat told me a story. Said she was homeless... hungry... evil stepfather... something, something... all bullshit. She lives across the road.  Just like an overseas romance scam - I am now buying tuna. Do you know they catch that tuna way-out in the deep ocean? A long way away. And then they squash it all into cans. And then you can buy a can at the shop and take it home and open it and there's tuna. That's how it works, and the grey cat, knows it!  Mister Jeff

People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seems wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down. Went to see a G.P. yesterday. She asked me what I did with my days? I said, "Writing, art and music." She asked me if I wanted to work? I said, yea, but not at the moment because I can't sleep. I said, I would like to see a psychiatrist. Why do you want to see a psychiatrist? she asked. I said, so other people have an 'explanation.' "Like Centrelink," she suggested. Yes, I said. She looked at me. I was starting to worry now. Perhaps, I had broken a law and hadn't realised? Or, mistakenly texted government secrets to China. Then, she said, so what do you do with each day? I said, music, writing, and art. She looked at me. Then we went through the process of writing a script. When that was finished, she said, so what do you do with your time? So I said, "... muuu-sic .....