Romance
Is Rape By Seduction
By Adam
Shane Lawes
MY DIARY DIGITAL
DATA ENTRY 3 OF 145
It is night again and I am once again at Melbourne
Cemetery. I woke up and managed to get a few hours sleep in the early hours of
this morning, and when I woke up I hid amongst the tombstones when the cemetery
gates opened, and then I left an hour later and came back to the cemetery again
when it was closed and dark. I have the chance for the rest of the night, to
here and there, write in this digital data diary to try and make myself feel
better, and to also try and get a sense of what went wrong and what I should do
now that I am homeless. Today I went and enquired about how I can get food, and
I found out that there is a church charity meal van that parks every night in
the carpark of the industrial markets in the central city of Melbourne -
(ironically itself once the major inner-city cemetery of Melbourne until the
rush of the industrial revolution caused the old gravestones to be removed and
the many buried city coffins to be concreted over into a carpark for
Melbourne’s major city markets) - and it will only take me about 20 minutes to
walk there each evening from here at the cemetery. And I am still cursing my
former store manager, who is from India, for terminating me from my job and
also lying to the Government unemployment office and making me homeless. For I
am now homeless, down and out, sick with the flu, and hiding out here in
Melbourne Cemetery because of him. However I will have my revenge upon him by
exposing his cruel, corrupt, wrongful behaviour in this digital data diary of
mine - because as the tattoos on my hands state - "Art Is A Weapon".
And I have now started to work out a plan of survival and a way that I will not
get caught living here at Melbourne Cemetery. First I wake each night in the
evening when it is dark, just as my body is use to after working nights for
more than twenty years since I was a teenager. Then I go to the small, secluded
block of toilets at the back of the cemetery, which is always left unlocked,
unlike the main toilets at the front of the cemetery, which are locked at the
end of each day. And there, using the light from my Apple iPhone, I go to the
bathroom and wash and then shave using the cut-throat razor that I bought, and
the soap that is always there. After that, I go back and hide my belongings in
the tombstones, and then using the light from my Apple iPhone to guide me, I
walk to the back of the cemetery and use one of the trees that are growing near
the spiked and barb wired back fence of the cemetery, to climb over the sharp
and spiked cemetery fence. From there, dressed in one of my two black suits,
and wearing my black beanie, I walk down to the carpark of the industrial inner
city markets to the church charity meal van to have my daily - or more
specifically nightly - meal of soup and bread. And whilst I am waiting for the
nightly church charity meal van to drive up and park in the carpark of the
industrial Melbourne markets of the central city, I use one of the many
electrical power-points that are at the back of the industrial storage
warehouses in the carpark there to charge up my Apple iPhone as I wait for the
church charity meal van. So this solves the problem of keeping my Apple iPhone
charged and both it and myself alive. For now that I am homeless and hiding out
in Melbourne Cemetery, as long as I only use my Apple iPhone for this digital
data diary of mine, I will be able to both keep it charged for my nightly
digital data diary writing, and also hopefully get by for a fairly long period
on the fairly large amount of pre-paid credit that I have left on my Apple
iPhone - because before I got sick and was terminated from my job and made
homeless, I was happily spending all my spare money on stocking up my new Apple
iPhone with pre-paid credit so that I could buy and download a lot of music and
videos for my Apple iPhone. However now that I have been unfairly terminated
from my job and denied unemployment benefits because of my former corrupt
supermarket store manager, and I am now homeless and hiding out here in
Melbourne Cemetery, I am only going to us my Apple iPhone to discreetly light
my way when necessary at night, and then use my Apple iPhone to write these
nightly digital diary data entries of mine. So anyway, after I have gone to the
carpark of the industrial Melbourne markets and recharged my Apple iPhone and
had my nightly meal from the church charity meal van, I then walk back to the
cemetery, and using the light from my Apple iPhone, I set up my sleeping bag
beneath the tree, and write here on my Apple iPhone in my digital data diary,
and then fall asleep for a few hours until I am woken up by the light of day in
the early morning. Then I go and hide my belongings and myself in the
tombstones and wait until the cemetery opens. After the cemetery is opened, I
then walk around in the cemetery throughout the day, and before the cemetery
closes, I leave and then come back once it is dark and the cemetery is shut
again, and then I can do the same nightly ritual again. So the problem of going
to the bathroom, washing, shaving, getting food, charging my Apple iPhone, and
having lighting has all been solved. In terms of my clothes, I have two sets of
black suits, and I have worked out a way that I can wash my clothes once a
week. As I can use the hot water tap and the basin in the bathroom that I use to
wash myself in each night, to also wash the second black suit that I have on a
weekly basis. And I have found a tombstone that is hidden very discreetly
beneath a large tree in the middle of the cemetery that I can hide and hang my
black suit over it to dry, and where I doubt that it would be seen, and where
it also looks like my clothes will be fairly protected whenever it rains. So
that solves the problem of cleaning my clothes here and there. But besides the
obvious fact that I am homeless, this situation is not as good, for the want of
a better term, as it could be. For it would be better if I could have somewhere
to hide and sleep during the day, as I am used to doing, and that way I can
wake up each night and get ready, go to the church charity meal van, and then
come back and stay up all night, and then hide and go to sleep in the morning
before the cemetery opens. It seems as if the security patrol always drives
through the cemetery each night sometime between 1am and 2am in the morning. So
it would be also better if I could be more hidden at night so I don't have to
worry about the security patrol ever seeing me unexpectedly. However I don't
yet know of such a place where I can hide at night, and then sleep in the
cemetery during the day though. So tomorrow I am going to look around the
cemetery for a better place to hide and sleep in.
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Adam Shane Lawes
