That feeling

The fan on with the doona pulled up
Ankle scratches and earbuds
A hot shower in winter
Your first beer on a hot afternoon
A piss with a full bladder
Red cordial hungover
Rest after work
The release of a new season of your favourite show
Finishing a project
The high after exercise
Competing with friends
Spending quality time with someone you love
A certain type of intimacy
Hugs and kisses
The right song at the right time
Good food
Waking up fresh
Finding a solution to a problem
Letting go
Washed and showered, teeth clean
Laying in the soft cool grass on a warm day
A nod, a wink or a smile
Going to bed tired and hitting the pillow
A good chat
A deep and meaningful conversation
The feeling that everything is ok.

About Ricky Nolan Browne

Ricky Browne in Dubbo - New Years 2018 (Animated Gif)

On Social: @RickyNBrowne

Ricky N Browne was born April 6th 1977, he has a wife and a son with a kid on the way.

Ricky was diagnosed with a mental illness in 2001, coincidentally, around the same time he became a prophet. Ricky got pro-active about recovering from issues relating to his (at the time) poorly managed condition after he hit rock bottom in 2012 and has been on a recovery journey ever since. Ricky now enjoys a happy and fulfilling life despite his diagnosis.

Ricky is a high functioning schizophrenic that likes to spend his time in productive and sometimes useful ways, mostly in the digital realm. He makes a living designing websites, along with money he gets from the government for being crazy and shit.

On Writing

Ricky learned to write at school, most of his early writing was crap because like most kids he was ignorant and stupid. He had early success with a really short story called “Ricky by Ant” and later in high school for a four-page booklet called “The big note under the door”, which was thrown out by his mother as it included illustrations of a pair of mosquitos engaging in fourplay. Ricky wasn’t a good reader in his younger years and avoided it whenever possible. He read 3 or 4 novels while at school and after high school his only reading was computer magazines, he started reading regularly when he got dial-up internet. While Ricky’s writing has improved, he has had periods where he wasted a lot of time thinking about writing but put so much pressure on himself, he could not produce. He has since realised his limitations and finds it easier to write his bullshit nobody wants to read.

On Art & Design

Although Ricky enjoyed art in school and did pretty good in art class, he had no interest in pursuing it as a career. Ricky wanted to be a comedian and assumed that he would just have to act like a fool 24/7 and somehow by osmosis, he would be discovered. This never happened so Ricky decided to be the next Mark Zuckerburger, at a time when Facebook didn’t exist. What happened while following this pursuit, Ricky signed up to a web design course in order to create the next big thing and actually learned how to make dinky HTML websites for other people.

While pursuing his goals of world domination, his course also led him to learn how to design graphics on the computer, leading him full circle back to the whole art thing.

Has he improved much over time? That’s debatable, but he has at least stopped using the glow tool all the time and has moved on from the font ‘Bank Gothic’.

On Illustration

Ricky N Browne never had the hand coordination or creativity to be a great illustrator, this, however, has not stopped him from giving it a red hot go. Ricky started out drawing dicks as a kid and has progressed ever so slowly from there.

He recently purchased a cheap electronic illustration tablet which has renewed his interest in the drawing.

On Humour

Ricky N Browne’s old mantra was “Make them laugh, at any cost”. Ricky is a changed man these days, with a mantra more along the lines of “Get off my lawn,” Ricky got laughs at an early age, which made him decide to become someone who was looking for the funny in every situation, no matter its appropriateness. Ricky has since grown into a crotchety old man who cares little for this sort of shenanigans and tomfoolery.

On Achievements

Ricky has yet to win the Order of Australia Medal, an Oscar, a Logie, a Bafta, the Medal of Honour, Australian of the Year, or even a free Paddle Pop from a Streets Paddle Pop Licker Prize. You name it and Ricky hasn’t won it. Ricky has however received various Certificates for Courses he completed and even the odd First Aid Certificate. This and more have been included on his blog of Ricky’s list of lifetime achievements. Ricky’s Achievements blog also includes a corner unit Ricky made at school, a police check, almost spotless except for a license disqualification for drink driving. Ricky was also in a play called ‘Away’ which he performed with the Wesley Players where he was able to remember over half of his lines.

Lizzy Browne

I love you totally
I’d never use Kung Fu on you
You taste better than chicken
You’re more tender than an 18 hour allow cooked prime rib
Your eyes see into my soul and tell me “Be better”
Your hugs are like a warm shower when you have a fever
Your attitude is appropriate for most situations
Even your spotty legs are good
You are the pinnacle of Elizabeth’s
I love every moment
With you


When all is lost
And all have refused
The world is potential
With nothing to lose
All to gain
Without fear or doubt
No longer the victim
Your whispers will shout
For freedom comes when you finally let go
To the lies of your image
and the deceit that was sown
And you stand among-st men
With chin pitched horizontal
A man touched by life
Who learned his own moral
As you reach out your hand to shake on another
And too easily smile
For you see your own brother
And you embrace the old lady
Who knows what she knows
And you what you know
And you know she’s your mother
And you bend down to your knee
Embracing one who is smaller
And you know by her eyes that she is your own daughter.

#POEM #POETRY – Ricky Nolan Browne

A warm midnight

Seen a new
Once normalised by time
The magic had returned
The night held an energy
A potential
Like the warmth of full sun
Shielded by shadow
The air was light
For a moment I had returned to my youth
With the surprise of tomorrow
And with the care free nature of coddled ignorance
In safe arms
I could sleep now
Assured of new breath

Please baby, please!



Please baby please, come a bit closer

give me some of that and I just might toast ya

never fear lady, not about to roast ya

take you for a ride on my roller coaster

up and down, off the ground

gunna have some fun, lets go to town

strap yourself in, you dont need a token

this rides free, but you gunna be soaken wet

witth the love i’m about to bring

I do it in rap cause I just cant sing

my circulation your increasing

theres no doubt your gods creation

cause your one fine form of adaptation

found the finest of females with the mostest

would you give me some of that, would you be my hostess

oooh eee you fine, lady like that I got the time

time to take the bells and chime, charm, you got me all up in arms

free flowen im goen and im taken you with me

we’re off to Disney to ride the cups

cause you got me in a spin my little buttercup

you’re sweeter than a hubbabuubbachubbachubbachup

time to crank the volume up

she’s popalicious and twice as nutritious

taste sweet on your tongue

dont try to smoke her, you’ll cough up a lung

eeewy magooee like chop sewy with a gewy centre

I bent her and sent her to a place where we can be together

oooo eeee, you fine, lady like that i got the time

lady like you I got the time, time to take the bells and chime

call aunt Sherly cause early come Chrissy

put a smile on your dile my fine little missy

cause on the dance floor we about to get busy

I got my present and I got her in a tizzy

pound for pound, lets move the ground

lets have some fun, lets shake this town

time to sweat, time to get wet

time to move through the air like a jet

your touch is not too much for me

to take at this time I know exactly what you want

cause I can see it in your eyes

and when you move your hips I know you tellin no lies

baby there ain’t no doubt, this is what it’s all about

baby it ain’t no thing, ain’t no thing but a chicken wing

so you want a bit of raw, hardcore, rappin’ toe tappin, head slappin, funkafiable, undeniable sound right from the underground

straight up from down town

maybe oh maybe, one day you’ll be my lady

baby oh baby you driven me crazy

the way you move, makes me want to improve

if I can just hold your hand, I’m sure to be a better man

but in the morning when you get up I like my bacon crispy, and my eggs sunny side up.

This is just inappropriate rap music. LOVE IT!

Ok, this is a hot rap ditty I’ve dropped, positive feedback welcome, I’ve taken out all the obscene language because my wife’s a prude and I don’t want her to leave me before I make it big.

Here we go, drop the mother trucken beat
Bamin slamin, droppin the salamy
Rock it to the beat and the rhythms on fire
I own three Dire wolves
Yeah sittin on the Iron throne, droppin a deuce
Baby come sit on my lap
slow clap
I pull out the map to find the treasure
in your pants, lets dance, Double time.

Flow, Grow, Sow some seeds
Watch me blow, your your mind
rip diddling and splitten
nitty gritty, go with it.

Chorus ———–—

It’s all for the price of love.
Yeah baby, all for the price of love.
Fellas you with me
All for the price of love
Yeah, all for the price of love


Second verse, break the curse
A thousand dove fly out my arse, makin me holy again
Pants too tight, grown big muscles
Not a boy anymore mom
Still your son but harder from the game

Talk shit, get smacked down
solved all the puzzles
riddle me this, as I take a dump on your face
Found grace in the god above.

Chorus ———–—

It’s all for the price of love.
Yeah baby, all for the price of love.
Fellas you with me
All for the price of love
Yeah, all for the price of love



Timmy’s Pants

Timmy loved to sing and dance. especially in his favourite pants.

These pants he wore were bright green and were a site to be seen.

Timmy wore them all around, on the farm and into town, even on the football ground.

One day Timmy’s pants did tear, so Timmy cut off all his hair. Timmy’s mum brought a new pair, for her little man to wear.

These pants she brought were bright and new, but these pants were different, these pants were blue. Timmy said, ‘This will not do, the pants in which I sing and dance. are bright green, a sight to be seen.’

Now Timmy wears no pants at all, even at the shopping mall.

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