What to do in a remote area, indulged by happy foreign tourists, who are spending money they saved a year before, or still have to pay for the coming year.
A place where I luckily live a few k`s away. Just once a while when I feel like one of those tourists again and spend the night out, loosing my money on pis and behaving with that typical strange holiday human behaviour. Perving, hoping to get a holiday romance, my look is all right. Singlet, tongues, a skin almost like one of the black fellows, and most of all the possibility to drink an amount of alcohol companioned with an almost noticeable beer belly. But reality is hard. Once I open my mouth, my accent gives me away. “Ohh, from witch country are you? Catch you later, wanna meet some real Aussies. “But he, what do they know about it. I saved already a few times true Sydney Aussies stuck in the middle of now where. But I have to confess, the accent is really appealing and I’m still working on it. The bloody hell I will. A few more fucking years, and maybe my bloody accent will fucking disappear. Fuck yeah, i`ll chat like a fucking Aussie bloke.
But what the bloody hell I’m wanking about. Who the fuck cares. I’m cruising here, I `m living here like the bloody king, sitting on the edge of my self-made billabong having a fucking beer , watching the bloody stars and dreaming about female aliens when the hell they finally gonna decide to abduct me. Fuck yeah, that would be awesome. Once a while, if I’m damned lucky, seeing my stupid pet, the goanna, go for a dive in the fucking billabong. Yep, life is fucking beautiful, here at least, at my bloody Giles residence (Giles is the bloody street address). Away from all that artificial behaviour at the Yulara resort. I got my own fucking sunset from the bloody rock; sitting in a hammock and seeing the day disappear while getting pissed. Wicked.
But fucking life is treating me well, a job offer from the bloody government. Power and water is fucking interested in me. Who the fuck had ever thought about that. Me, a bloody foreign with a strange accent, working in the water department. But I refused, the desire to poison the water is still too big, but he, maybe in the fucking future, why the bloody hell not. So, it looks I’m gonna be stucked here for a while. Maybe in the future i`ll have to change my bloody orange shirt to a fucking yellow one. No more digging shit holes for fucking bollards.
Being stucked here, its time to get to my fucking title of my post. Veggies. Yep, I’m a veggie man now. I’m trying to get those fucking veggies by myself. Not an easy task. Water, insects, birds, sun, shade, too many fucking things to consider. But we getting there, they are still alive, even after a bloody storm that washed away half of my crop. Maybe in a year or ten, i`ll be able to eat those damned veggies myself. What’s missing, are some chooks, goat or cow. In twenty year, I don’t have to go to the shop anymore. Shit, true, alcohol and tobacco, but he, they can be made too. Maybe I can be self sufficient, which would be fucking great. But you will fucking see, those bloody aliens will decide to abduct me if I become self-sufficient.
But what the bloody hell I’m wanking about. Who the fuck cares. I’m cruising here, I `m living here like the bloody king, sitting on the edge of my self-made billabong having a fucking beer , watching the bloody stars and dreaming about female aliens when the hell they finally gonna decide to abduct me. Fuck yeah, that would be awesome. Once a while, if I’m damned lucky, seeing my stupid pet, the goanna, go for a dive in the fucking billabong. Yep, life is fucking beautiful, here at least, at my bloody Giles residence (Giles is the bloody street address). Away from all that artificial behaviour at the Yulara resort. I got my own fucking sunset from the bloody rock; sitting in a hammock and seeing the day disappear while getting pissed. Wicked.
But fucking life is treating me well, a job offer from the bloody government. Power and water is fucking interested in me. Who the fuck had ever thought about that. Me, a bloody foreign with a strange accent, working in the water department. But I refused, the desire to poison the water is still too big, but he, maybe in the fucking future, why the bloody hell not. So, it looks I’m gonna be stucked here for a while. Maybe in the future i`ll have to change my bloody orange shirt to a fucking yellow one. No more digging shit holes for fucking bollards.
Being stucked here, its time to get to my fucking title of my post. Veggies. Yep, I’m a veggie man now. I’m trying to get those fucking veggies by myself. Not an easy task. Water, insects, birds, sun, shade, too many fucking things to consider. But we getting there, they are still alive, even after a bloody storm that washed away half of my crop. Maybe in a year or ten, i`ll be able to eat those damned veggies myself. What’s missing, are some chooks, goat or cow. In twenty year, I don’t have to go to the shop anymore. Shit, true, alcohol and tobacco, but he, they can be made too. Maybe I can be self sufficient, which would be fucking great. But you will fucking see, those bloody aliens will decide to abduct me if I become self-sufficient.