Toby Austin Gooley
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I have a tendency to put leaves behind my ears when I get drunk. I like it when people ruffle my hair, so I assume other people do too- but maybe they don’t. I was born by cesaerian and until I was eight I thought this was my star sign.
I’m a postgrad Marine Biology student, who’s starting to think it’s no longer what he wants to do with his life. But saying that sounds a bit whiny. One day, one day, I will move to Melbourne. I liked it when I went there last.
Groups
Toby Austin Gooley is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art And Text, Candid Photography, Challenge Café, DaDa Land, Dilapidated Buildings, Doodle Do, Drawn to Cotton- Art on T-shirts, Fabulous Ts, Flash Fiction, Raw Art, Two Word Challenge, WMG and Writing Workshop.
Journal Entries
Murmansk and my Spider Wife
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Toby's adventures inside his own head (fever dream)
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Dream from a couch after a party
Posted 5 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Dance, monkey, Dance.
Posted 7 months ago, 2 comments so far.
The Ziggurat
Posted 7 months ago.
Stormwater Temple
Posted 7 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Architectural dreams
Posted 8 months ago.
Toby has just worked out you have to hit 'reply' for people to notice you've replied
Posted 8 months ago, 1 comment so far.
A disjointed dream, starring Paul Compton as Tintin
Posted 8 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Swansong (yakitori)
Posted 8 months ago, 1 comment so far.
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Teaser
The third toe from the right on my left foot has developed a jagged edge; causing it to snag on the weave of my sock. It’s a simple flick of my toes to untangle, but it keeps coming back. It cau…
Aint over till the cat lady sings
So I was on my way to buy a newspaper, and somehow ended up in a room full of kittens. The door slides open and six tiny heads turn. Four of them walk toward us across the floor. Another two peer from…
Eight Hundred
He shouts it out like he’s calling a name. “Eight Hundred.” ... “Eight Hundred!” But the words get lost in the crowdbabble. The crowdbabble that’s growi…
Irrelevant coincidences: Specimen 5
The traffic stops, and all of our faces become eerily lit by the light reflected from a bright yellow van. The conversation turns to literature.
Irrelevant Coincidences: Specimen 4
I stop for a moment, wondering why there are two Durian Fruit lying smashed on the pavement, when a car pulls up beside me, driven by a woman in a Polka Dot dress.
Irrelevant Coincidences:Specimen 3
The woman in the next bus (her face partially obscured) turns, and looks at me with Mona Lisa eyes. The song I am listening to stops.
