Saturday 28 April 2012

These streets,

theres a golden glow of the blanket that warms you in it's arms, the cool whistle of the air that compliments your hair, it teases your ears. Theres a musky mixture of visiting and native scents, familiar and foreign fashion. The streets sing with he languages of fench, the gerrman, the english and the vinac of south africa. The traffic throngs through the resturants, it disturbs the shoppers, invades the culture until t is discarded at the top.

Hidden at Mr Pickwicks, there is a display of drifters, alternative clones of each other, the misunderstood and those who want to sneak a joint before lunch. Hanging from the banisters, The Neighbourhood provides comfort for those escaping homes infringemenst. Establishmenta like Lulo's Cafe, the Long Street Coffee Shop and others being the places-to-be-seen by all the right people who know all the right people.

For the socialites of Cape Town, exceeding your daily limit doesnt exist and, "budget" is a swear word. Being broke is a myth and so they enjoy thr entertainment of fellow trust fund babies. Students, aspiring artists, models ad musicians however, survive on  savings. Noodles, crackers and marmite become ther staple, when they arent filling themselves on cigarretttes and hydrating with a double whicky and water. The privledged party in Camps Bay whilst the poor put on their best and line the que of Tiger, Assembly and Phez. The pompous posers retreat to their defenitions of alternative. Watering holes such as Rafiki's, Cold Turkey and Fiction feed that hunger. All the while the belt-bike-loking, bare-foot-bearing, ironic, spontaneous, ecclectic loners who seem to be on everybodies lips stumble into homes like EVOL. Many misunderstand, hipsters dont exist. These people are just like you and I; rebels, but more creative about it..

it's not about the destination (part 1)

brown shopping bags packed with polysterine plates. Plastic forks and flimsy knives; this isnt a way to live. the vending machine cant be my kitchen and the dustbin my dishwasher.
if this is the life of a socialite, mum, i promise i'll get a job!
there are days when i cant stomach the starch snacks and the oil drowned meals. finger foods suffocated in fat, muffins, scones, custard cakes, danish delicatses, and size 6 dressed dont fit. but i put on a brave face and work off the calories during the toilet breaks.
the travel milage pile up like the pounds making themselves at home around my hips. my legs become as useless as my motabolism, working once every 3 days if ever. spending all my time sitting, sleeping, driving,flying,driving,flying,driving. this isnt a way to live.

if this is the life of a socalite, mum, i promise I'll get a job!

what does it mean to you..

can you imagine dying.. that's you, "tickets bra."
                             i spent the night flying over the restrictions of logic. The notion of us all being a babies dream or the theory that we are in actual fact already dead weren't disregarded. "Heaven is a place of choices too man, remember Lucifer decided to go against God." The rest of us let the heavy words from Willhelm burden our shoulders, worrying us because we feared messing up in Heaven ourselves. I tried in vain to lift the spirits but Jam Jam presented another truth that knuckled down on us harder..
                                                                                                                                           "Some Christian faiths believe that humans are angels that are being tested. That we were up there fucking around and God decided 'hey guys let me give you a time out, mess up now but in the end I'll decide if you can come back."
It seems like the most logical explanation for religion or spirituality-whatever you want to call it. It explains how we are neither in Heaven nor hell. Because we are in the waiting room



naaa, we got pretty baked last night it was a special kind of awesome. There were confessions and heart farts that had us questioning our own personal ideologies.
we laughed about death despite all our intimate fears regarding it..