By age seventeen the mothers are howling from the sideline for their sons to do damage to other sons. But, later, over the BBQ with the spittle wiped from their chins they’ll happily put a nice cooked sausage in anyone’s bun. The stupidity of the mothers, that’s where it began. Repeating the nonsense they heard on TV, spreading their fat for the same old bone, tits getting longer, lies getting lousier. Patrolling the house, sitting on a bed-post, tanning in the yard. This is where it begins, this is what you watch, these are the women who own you, who tell you in which direction to find your future. These are the guides.
The suburbs are a seething farce. Neighbourliness that is nothing but an agreement not to filch each other’s household trash. An agreement not to move beyond masturbation at the thought of another’s spouse… or child.
Streets built around schools that adjust children to the mundane. Daniel is a well-adjusted boy, he can sit and do nothing as well as any boy I have ever taught. He didn’t bother me once all year. I was able to think about holidays and sex and promotion without having to demand that he sit down and do nothing even once. Daniel has no verve and no imagination at all, he’s doing great! Well done, Daniel.
The mother is the sluggishly beating heart of the suburb, and the school is the meandering arterial system. The body of the suburb, with its fat of lies, and pathological blindness, would keel over at the shock of any other pump.
And once it’s over, here you are, an adult. Confined by yourself: trained in the art of not thinking, not wondering. Trained by house mother and school mother to go blindly where all men have gone before, straight into the damp cunt of a breeder.
Swim. Swim deep into that hole, down, down, beyond all light, into the village of the damned, back into the suburb.
Cry Bloxsome holds an honours degree in English from the University of Western Australia. He worked as a columnist and feature writer for 29 issues of LUCKY magazine.
LIVING BETWEEN FUCKS was Cry Bloxsome's first novel, for which he has received much critical praise.
THE WOODCHOPPER is Cry Bloxsome’s very latest novel.
Novels are available at his website www.crybloxsome.com 
