Some of you might recall me complaining about Australian singers the Veronicas and Delta Goodrem back in December. The only thing I loathe more than advertising are supposable ‘celebrities’ trying to sell me shit. And bloody Delta takes the cake.

It’s bad enough that her non-existent career in the US has been supplemented with selling skin care products. In the past 48 hours I’ve seen Delta in two TV commercials trying to sell me soy milk and shampoo. Delta Goodrem, if you’re reading this, ENOUGH ALREADY!! I realize you had cancer and I’m glad you are healthy again. However, this still does not validate your sell-out ass pimping any possible product you can get your hands on.

I am officially boycotting anything with Delta’s face next to it.

Whether I’m in Australia or the States, celebrities are shoved down my throat. But what’s worse in AUS I find, is that since there are only 21 million people down here, there’s pretty much like three dozen celebs you see over and Over and OVER! And as much as I’m sure they are all lovely individuals… I dislike having to listen to them on the radio, see them on every single show on television, AND witness them pathetically pushing products.

Put short… BOO!!

Yesterday I learned that apparently a new trend in the literary world is considering any writing accessible via the Internet published. I personally think that’s crap, however I guess it means I’m a published author, mwa ha haaa!!!

I wrote a poem this morning that I shall publish right now!! I guess that means this is sort of a launch party… pop the champagne!

a peeling imprint

swimming in your indigo eyes
i touched the bottom. sunlight
penetrates levels of blue, a place
where tides soften jagged shells.
you looked at me like
i was a pearl. still undiscovered
in the salty envelope
of your touch. open wounds
healed. my cracked hands
reaching for you. under water
it isn’t safe to inhale.
i often travel too
far down the slope of
your shoulders. a distant silhouette.
a shapeless form like saturated ash.
grey shade consumed the fire
that used to burn
when you walked
away.