Ralf’s Secret Move to Queensland (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: March 4, 1999

Renewing a Very Long Night

This night was extending way too far so I thought I might renew it. The reason for this is quite simply, in the last three hours spanning I have been creating a Sonnet and I have also been typing away in my Diary as well as skipping 1000 times. Having two showers tonight (Once for inspiration and the other after skipping which I done to relieve computer stress) the time in between and after was the devotee of my Diary.

I am getting rather tired now and I am soon to drop off and sleep and knowing I haven’t written for Wednesday which is basically the last step of chronology, I know I must upon waking up or tonight. Yet, since the Sonnet I have completed in the last three hours which took an hour and a half to complete is finished I shall print it in these pages and explain it in my next chapter.

Alright then, here is the newest Sonnet which wasn’t looking too good in the projects but with some rearranging of quatrains it makes much sense now. However, if it doesn’t make much sense to you, read the next Diary entry for more information…

The Newest Sonnet

Deem me a servant to time’s misdeeds

It matters not whether a vassal I be,

That I stand here tethered, on the Earth’s old grime,

And to you I call master, I shalt prithee,

Grant me freedom and I shall still slave to time,

Am I not with these chains just mortally bound,

Shall we both not age under our sovereign,

In his shade, shan’t we both by Judas be crowned,

Wherefore then must we be slaves, who speaks it then,

That I am bound hither shan’t matter time’s rule,

Henceforth I am bound like a concubine queen,

Alas, these woes, they splash not upon time’s pool,

That I, a droplet in his ocean of wean,

Thus I stand, so that you mayst relinquish me,

Deliver these chains or by death wilt thou free,

Summer Embers and Ralf

Thursday 11:20 p.m.

Summer is indeed still the embers of this month as we progress some days into Autumn now. There are some portions of Summer’s tales that still linger in these few days exceeding it. Tonight’s similarity to last month and what droplets have spilt into this month have involved Ralf.

Now if you can remember, last month in the last couple of days Ralf told me not to tell anyone he was heading to New Zealand for a property settlement. I recall that he kept saying there could be a chance he would get the house and at that time it didn’t really make too much sense to me but now it does. Tonight Ralf had a big secret to tell me and after his constant babbling on about everything he finally told me on the way home. Ralf was thinking of moving to Queensland with his brother Preston and as much as I thought there was no way he was going to do that and it was all just talk it started to make sense.

Ralf Heads for Queensland

Ralf didn’t go to New Zealand last month, he visited Queensland because his work told him that they had a job up there for him in another branch. Taking up that opportunity he made his way up there and went on a job interview, everything went to plan. Now he’s telling me that Preston also has a job lined up for Queensland and they have already picked out a house that they want to rent. Ralf also informed me that he was trying to get away from Campbelltown and in the same step, he wanted to prove to himself and his dad that he can live away from home, he can take control of his life.

Thinking of moving within the next two months I gathered he would try and start a life with that blonde girl up there that loved him when he visited with Shawn on New Years Eve. At first I didn’t believe it would be a good idea but seeing that Ralf was trying to make a break into the real world for himself I was appreciative. Besides, I can always go up to Queensland for a holiday now and meet all the beautiful girls up there…

Bickering in Ralf’s Car

Two more little articles I will talk about my conversation with Ralf tonight which took place out the front of my house in his car, well maybe three. The first is that the two of us were constantly bickering at each other because I thought Ralf was babbling and being pointless and he thought I was just whining when all I was doing was telling it like it is. Ralf’s whole intent on talking to me for an hour before I headed home was so he could tell me how he felt about heading up to Queensland and all the changes he would be care-worn for.

Conversation about his problems was the least of what we talked about as Ralf would slide out of his topic with his jargon-like words and then he would just babble on about shit.

Teaching Ralf About Full Stops

What I learnt tonight about Ralf’s language skills is that he uses the period as sparsely as I do in this here Diary. Ralf’s sentences seem to have so many conjunctions that one sentence seems to go on for ever and ever and ever.

At one instance I was sitting in the car saying “Full-Stop” after every sentence he would finish so I could show him and teach him his long sentence problems. On top of having long sentences Ralf seems to choose his words carefully and that is sometimes painstakingly slow.

Ralf babbled so much off his main subject that I had to stop him mid sentence and tell him to get back on it and even then he would talk about how I’m whining before he starts on his subject again. That boy really has some problems when it comes to talking too much and you start to wonder how seriously you can take someone for their intellect when every second word seems to be ‘Bla’.

The Viagra Joke

Now jumping to my articles in that conversation. In the ending articles of our conversation we started talking about how hyper I get when around beautiful women.

We were at Macarthur Square looking around at all the girls and Ralf noted, “I’m over moderately bad when it comes to looking at women, you hit the jackpot”. From that Ralf and I made a little joke where it goes something like this. People who take Viagra have to take a sample of my blood and inject my blood into themselves because Viagra isn’t a big enough hit.

In other words, my sexual drive outdates the potency of Viagra and any other drug or natural stimulus out there. I am and will be a sex maniac and although I am not perverted, my exploitation shows when I discerningly stare at girls walking past and then ogle over their better features in my mind.

Sometimes I would be letting out a timely bellowing shriek from within that can only be heard under my breath. On the topic of sexuality Ralf told me that he could call my disease ‘Pushdapussdemie’ and for women the disease name would be ‘Suckthedicktemie’ (Where the end would sound like the ‘Tomy’ out of Vasectomy).

Why My Sonnets Stay Universal

I’m rather a universal speaker in my latter day poetry. By this I mean that I won’t just speak of a certain love or a certain hate (meaning so it could only be narrowed down to one person or emotion) but I will speak of the terms in whole. My Sonnets mostly represent nature, emotions and universal things and then rarely if ever speak in a pinpoint manner.

Most poems these days speak in lack of embellishment or sophistication. Where in most poems these days only a limited amount of embellishment is given to a poem where I like in the older days have created a more universality. To give an illustration of this, in my last Sonnet I speak of an enslaved man who wants to be freed from his drudgery so that only time could be his enslaving party as in time he is bound.

Now this man has not been contorted to fit into a certain genre or stereotype. When you think of this man, he could be a slave in the Medieval times, he could be a slave in a modern job where time adds to his slavery. This man could be so many different people and different aspects of slavery and thus not being deemed a certain stereotype that poems in this day tend to do, he is more a universal character.

On top of that, my latter poems never devote a poem and denote it with people’s names but as I said before, it is more in nature’s aspect. Such more are my Sonnets universal that even emotions, elements and existence has humanistic characteristics. Not only is a human a human but mankind represents all and all represents mankind in return. Therefore, the heaven’s can smile, the heart can feel sorrow, the hand can shed leaves and time can beget immature years.

Concubines of Art

Before I move onto chronology of yesterday and then today, I shall a short aphorism speak here. It has to do with a Sonnet in the making and seeming my new word is now ‘Concubine’ I have once again used it. Basically it says that life imitates art but you need more than one example of life to create certain different aspects of life’s art.

A concubine is also a woman living with a man but not bound to him with marriage but she is under his command, like a hooker. Thus, as you will see, art (Expressively speaking) has many different concubines. Many different emotions, feelings and people that live under arts rule and they do as art tells.

Art waves the hand that holds the brush of paint that is made of art’s concubine which in turn is all the emotions, feelings and people that the artist is using as inspiration for his work. These thoughts, feelings and people are now owned by art but art uses them as it pleases and then like a concubine, he discards of them when finished his artistic philosophy. Here now is that aphorism…

Different life imitates different art,

That is the life of each ‘f art’s concubines,