Scraps #2 - Conversations

More meandering madness.

Dec 21, 2025

Welcome to the second edition of the scraps series where I purge the nonsense from my notes app.

Today’s edition is tiny snippets of conversation that I’ve collected.

I always intend to use the idea to create something more, but they usually just end up becoming a kind of absurdist poem underneath a shopping list.

Long time players may recognise a few lines here and there.

Enjoy!

Killing carp with penny bungers
Someone’s crazy and I’m pretty sure it’s not me
We only count hits

There’s four apprentices in the roof
If we saw something we would try and make it work in real life as a weapon
Coke bottles
Jump the fence and sell them back
Tuppence

Are you a dead head!?

I need to speak to my therapist

I looked into his eyes, and I know a lot of mad people.. he was fucking mad
I used to see minstrels on tv
Now they’d bash you,
and so they fucking should
Noddy and the gollywogs.

Bino burnt and desperate Dan
The car was cursed
Grand funk railroad

I’m meeting a new person
I can’t believe you burnt me a white snake cd!?

You would have been lucky to have brakes
They were called bikes

It doesn’t have to do anything and it’s a fucking rarity

Don’t worry about it
The secrets out

Did you eat the mushrooms

No

I had one

Did you?

Wait what?

I’m sorry

Two brothers down by the creek
His car could swim
My brain won’t race when it rains
Jesus Christ it’s a sad world
A bit Queenslandsih.. you know.. dodgy
The union minister is up there with her baby handing it around
I’m very proud
You wouldn’t cross some of ‘em

Jerry Garcia as a guitarist
Twelve pound toothbrush
Who had a pink Porsche?
One of those wanker girls
She has a sad story

Today is a good day to die
Only rocks live forever

Every colour is used to sell a tv

Back in the day you had to ask a friend to blow bubbles into a projector

Cheese anxiety imposter

You used to be a mole.
Look at your fingernails
Every clipping is a reminder.

Dessert wine with a spoon, that could be a thing?

Fanta brings you your next meditation session
Elton John in Mandelbrot fractals
You rode off on a JetSki and ended up in an atom
A slow descent into coloured pixels
Trying to lead a detailed life but they gave me a pastel brain

Sourdough moon
It’s so easy to say the trumpet band in space.
The shit writes itself.

Set up to fail by a cushion
I just need something to cut through the hummus

I couldn’t see the landfill because I was too busy looking at the birds.

Install a do the right thing button.

Sunbeds to sunflowers.

Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.
Mate, I’ve walked a hundred.

Art was never cool when I was doing it.

You could kill me with those thighs.
I’d die happy.

We wanna talk about internet regulation but what about young fiction?

You brought the ley lines on yourself and ran ‘em through my bedroom.

All I’ve ever known is closing a bedroom door.

You are legendary Pokémon level shit.
The ultimate one.

I just want to honour you and lift you in the way you deserve to be lifted.

It’s always the good ones that are fleeing.