threw out a couple books. clearing out the terfs and probable pedos always a good move.

toitū te Tiriti and land back. thank tangata whenua today! #waitangi

well then you shouldn't have come, you old dummy #nzpol

my birthday this year falls on good friday and that's cool because i get public holiday long weekend for bday but also a bit poo because everything will be closed. why am i looking so far ahead in the calendar? gotta stop bumming myself out.

ya'll GenXers really need to turn down your phone volumes i shouldn't be able to hear the person hollering at you from across a room when it isn't even on speakerphone mode. don't turn into your parents; take care of your ears.

the cafe in our building has started selling kimchi cheese scones and holy fuck boys that's a great taste

i am an insurance broker, >15yrs. our government, incl regional govt, has a lot to answer for while insurers get the blame from media and laypeople. big issue is that climate change, coastal erosion, new subdivision consents are not addressed as a unit, leaving homeowners in the shit. #nzpol

i just remembered something last week that i experienced for the first time. i said something utterly stupid, and bust out laughing and blushed so hard, and everyone laughed and then we just carried on. and it was fine. and the feeling of warmth was so different to feeling warmth from rage or tears.

i've been thinking about it all day, and i think i would respect the move more if the dress had been attached to genuine nipple rings nips instead of the elaborate pasties

haven't written a poem in like a month and every time i try i just write a weird note for later, or a halfstanza of existential despair and decay. i think the turmoil of Earth is really cluttering up my noggin.

RIP Catherine O’Hara. One of the funniest humans to have walked the earth.

the octagon duck seems to have a wee limp, but that doesn't stop her waddling around checking every single person and wrapper and grassy nook and pile of dried leaves for a sneaky food. and her lil flippers slide on the pavement bricks sometimes. i love her. i wanted to buy her a waffle cone.

at work, feeling zonked, been multitasking slacking off with doing invoices, finally looked up to see the sky is blue. BLUE, Jerry! hell yeah

uh oh, i played myself. co-hosting a gig and i didn't bring my calmatives today.

ok so why do i have the theme from gilligan's island in my head today? just sit right back

lil bit of seated muscle release before bed, pretty good honestly 💅

so many fabrics are advertised as "buttery soft" but like ew man, buttery? greasy? a bit like wet but also not? don't get me wrong i do love butter. but a fabric? that's a nah from me, dog. butter tho...i used to eat halved weet-bix slathered in butter and a daub of vegemite as a child. hell yeah.

i scream silently into the void through my fingertips and some AI whore puts it in her pocket i guess

just saw one of my cousins who i think is about 30 announcing her fifth pregnancy god damn woman what a world we live in

it would be great if media people globally took a cue from dakota johnson when interviewing politicians. give them the old "actually, that's not true, ellen"

watched that carney speech earlier. i felt compelled to hold my sword aloft and proclaim -aotearoa is with the middle powers!- no, i'm more of a -and my axe- guy i think.

nostalgia hit as i came back after smoking a joint on the scratchy doormat in the front door alcove wearing a very large raggedy hoody and holding a 1L water bottle, vape, cellphone, and lighter in one lil hand, opening the door with the other. i used to by NW magazines at the meadow st countdown.

every now and then i have fond flashbacks to gigs i saw at chick's hotel. that place was so fucking awesome. shellac. fazerdaze. earth. windhand. doprah. merzbow. unknown mortal orchestra. guitar wolf. so many more. so many spliffs in the garden. so many shitty photos of the moon over the port.

excuse me hi it's Friday and there's only two of us in the office and there's two fucking cruise ships in the port waiting to swarm the city and i just wanna go home and snuggle the kitties ok love you

The top 6 media stories on Stuff are landslides, storms, floods. None of them mention climate change, which we know makes these events more frequent and more extreme. People have lost their lives. Homes have been destroyed. And leading politicians are in the pub having "great fun". #nzpol

imagining joining the birds today. i could see the white horses crashing on the beach all the way from my office, the wind holding pigeons and gulls aloft to my right, i could hold my wings out and blow all the way to the catlins. i could sit at papatowai, i could drop toheroa for a snack.

man i really don't want to end up in a US-style pre-election frothing mania of bullshit for the next ten months. can we just ssh a little? the election is coming. we know what we want.

i just saw a reddit thing where young folk don't know what the home keys are on your keyboard. my millennial ass can't live without the home keys! i even wrote a poem about typing that went on about the home keys! speaking of; the bump on my F key is wearing down fast. love a good F word.

having one of those overwhelming inbox days where i honestly can't figure out how i'm going to get all this work done and it's only tuesday guys wtf capitalism is the worst

sweet clips and pics of Chada the Ukrainian bear who lives at a sanctuary always brighten my day and they keep popping up. god i love her. what an angel.

got a manicure at lunch. a gel manicure. in a pastel light green. never had gel before. looks nice. hands less raggedy a+

imagine being the guy who had to break it to trump that it's "whole milk, not hole milk"

remember when that guy fainted in the oval office and RFK ran away? it'll be so funny if trump keels over and he does the same thing. have some milk, eh?

my daily nosey over to flightradar24 shows a definite glider club gliding party going on in omarama. i bet it's fucking gorgeous up there wheeeeee

had a spell on the radio today to promote this upcoming poetry anthology launch in ōtepoti - thanks, otago access radio!

i know the answer is to go back to the earliest and work through them, but i'm looking at my inbox today (first day back at work '26) and it's a bit awful. i am sipping a coffee though. bless the bean.

i was not sleeping much last night so at about 5 i got up, rolled a joint, sat pointed at the moon and watched the clouds turn pink while the birds woke up, and then the cicadas woke up because it was 25 degrees and the warmest place in the country, and very light rain frosted the sky and the sun

sometimes you just gotta get back up again at midnight and listen to regurgitator when your partner's out of town and you can sing along and it's great

the frequency and level of sirens and helicopter passes we have each day audible from caversham is too high. what the hell is going on out there? it's just ōtepoti. oh shit chopper right now lol, just after two sirens. people be up to stuff

reading a weird old book with a joint and a big sunhat and a pint of water and a fruity vape on a buckwheat cushion on my own balcony in summer yeah that's right

ok i did it, watched the stranger things final season. what a fantastically undisappointing ending!

after enjoying a joint in the front door alcove to avoid the drizzle on the balcony, i had a memory of this one. coughing memory. i have learned to make the smoking of the joint a slow activity. jasminetaylorpoetry.co.nz/warm-feet/

2026. tēnā koe. let's try fewer historically significant events, more creativity, and a revolution of an election.

ha holy shit just realised it's the last day of the year

god damn i've been luxuriating in my home, not going out or interacting irl with anyone 'cept mark for about 13 days now and last night we went out with a couple for drinks and nibbs at a lovely new spot by the beach and this morning i have a sore throat friggin hell that's life eh

hit from X max v3 pro vape, sip of fresh cool water, hit from mango peach vape, repeat until desired effect

beer in a wine glass with straw on deck in break in the stormy time

one of the best things is when little birds like sparrows and finches have dust baths on gravel driveways or heavy vehicle yards or riverbanks in summer

things like this are why i don't delete facebook i think. just lil chuckles.