tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74045072011-04-21T11:32:35.322-07:00Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721902994292974346noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404507.post-1087963335050359842004-06-22T20:48:00.000-07:002004-06-22T21:02:15.050-07:00Hi. I currently live in New Zealand in a town I only find perfect on a postcard. I have recently decided to move to the big smoke, to get away from this strange, mountain town. In some ways I am running away, but I'm optimistc, everything has gradually destructed here, snowballed, and its true the mountains really do close in! <br /> In summer the beautiful sun lights up our balcony, our kitchen, you can sit around with a glass of wine and love this life.Then theres winter, a cold grey contrast, and all the firewood we have left is driftwood. I look at the mushy leaves, and the stick bare trees from the steps. My ass is wet from the concrete, and I'm smoking too much.The two and a half years I have lived in this flat, has etched this changing view on my mind, this is where I think.Too much thinking is too much smoking. I thought the sea might make me freer than a cold lake. They haven't reached the bottom in some places and you die if you stay in there for more than 12 minutes.I know lots of pointless facts like that. <br /> Back to work for me now. Feel free too post comments, I welcome the contact.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404507-108796333505035984?l=sheepsclothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721902994292974346noreply@blogger.com6