CREW
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Food Suffs
Tastes like potato's to me!
There's something real fishy about you Mark, you Crave cream huh?
My favourate sandwich, avo, tomato, spinach,
capsicum, corriender, chicken, chilli, kejup manis...
MMMm!
Presentation Shadow Fingers.
Followed by a bunch of generic branded medication.
Presenting, Thai Food!
Target
SKATE DANCING!
i wanna pogo to work!
Storm troopers everywhere are feeling the tough times
i wonder if he skate dances, or pogo's to work?!
Jul 24, 2009
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Jul 13, 2009
perhaps you should!
at least listen to your hairdressers advice,
you look like ray martins estranged son
Jul 11, 2009
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Jun 23, 2009
some inevitable happenings
the reason for there being smoke on the water, as painted by myself
yeah lady getting crazy, kill that thing
progect
get booze, see tit
freakin shark attack, just when you least expect! total imminence!
yeah lady getting crazy, kill that thing
progect
get booze, see tit
freakin shark attack, just when you least expect! total imminence!
Jun 16, 2009
how to kill it, old style
1. Above all, keep it gangster
2.Keep close to whats most important to you
3.Never admit to a low libido
4.Get all weekend at Bernie's with a dead ex.
5.Go covert with that joint in public.
6.Wear moms steez when drunk to impress friends??
7.Pop a mono
& 8.Stay steezy
2.Keep close to whats most important to you
3.Never admit to a low libido
4.Get all weekend at Bernie's with a dead ex.
5.Go covert with that joint in public.
6.Wear moms steez when drunk to impress friends??
7.Pop a mono
& 8.Stay steezy
Jun 14, 2009
Jun 11, 2009
Jun 10, 2009
Organic Failure
A few years back i found an organ in hard rubbish,
i got excited and spent my weeks pay on a recording soundcard & microphone setup.
The result was Organic failure, named so because of my total lack of ability to play the organ.
i put up a few tracks and then forgot about it.
the other day, dale hooked up a similar setup to his computer,
When he was out i created another song / noise experiment named "A monkey speaks to an alien by Organic Failure" keep tuned for more low budget performances
Jun 8, 2009
end of digital 5.0
The last photo my digital took before the end, it quite ironically died at the abandoned kodak factory
destruction of said camera
... this says everything!
destruction of said camera
... this says everything!
Jun 7, 2009
Jun 4, 2009
May 25, 2009
May 21, 2009
street brews + noodles
yeah, steady hands... want em
i wasnt sure, but now i have the proof! god has gone mobile
prior eats for the first time in 3 years! amazing
May 17, 2009
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May 14, 2009
..fail
May 6, 2009
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May 4, 2009
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Apr 30, 2009
unwanted, uninterested
Objects surrounded him, things of decay and ruin & things of unfamiliar ilk.
he sits, stares and wonders.
"how did my life become so... useless?!" he remarked to the air, spreading his veiny arms before him in a display of despair..
this boat, how did it come into my possession?
i have no feeling twards it!
it resembles nothing but a jumble of sticks to me..
some poor bastard, probably much like me must have created it
in a last ditch effort to raise himself from the poverty in which i now sit...
"well, at least i have a fucking boat" he commented to himself.
the man put his hands to his aching back and slowly stood up moaning
he crossed the room, stepping over boxes that where more familiar to him then the possesions inside them, making his way into the kitchen he poured some water from the bubbling mess of a sink and set it upon the gas stove, placing the toy boat in the water he stood over the burning gas, heating his hands over it as he watched the water slowly boil and the boat rock on its bubbling surface
a visitor in the dark
My eyes are heavy,
i can hardly hold my head abouve the keyboard..
awoke to whispering in ear, and breathing down neck.....
no one was there....
3am
i was scared.
like a child grimmacing, i held my eyes awake with a movie,
turned into two, as i drained away the midnight hours, till daylight took me.
driving in my van i retold myself the story, and realisedi was awake when it happened...
cars swerve as i fall asleep...
3pm
Came home, and realised what a mess imy life was
objects dragged behind me
like the child i was this morning
elements
The sky bends down
on folded knee
& blows a kiss
on rosy cheeks
Clouds gather round head
like the tallest of peaks
drips on my shoulder like
little reminders of life
all i can do is smile,
though im cold and wet
im still warm inside
when i think about you
waking nightmare
He sat at his desk, growing tired and angry.
The frustration crept upon him like a shadow
as its master retreats from light.
It gnawed at his thoughts
Lying to him,
Misleading his every judgment.
His heart grew tight in his chest
& his world faded into bleak despair.
"Something isn't quite right" he murmured
Trailing off as his heavy eyes rolled back into his head.
His tense heart quickened in its cage
And he drew his hand up to clutch at its exterior,
It felt oddly heavier, his fingers thick and cumbersome
Yet they moved as if struck by lightning,
Spasmodic and uncontrollable
His heartbeat rose to a peak
Leaping and thudding.
His ears... once full of busy typing and whirring machinery
Now filled with the heavy droning of his palpitating, violent heart
The streetlights buzzing outside,
The drip of the overflowing gutters,
The thoughts that consumed his soul
Screaming,
Pleading,
Begging in his eardrum
The vibrations from these hammered down his heavy body
Through his spine
And shook his toes as if his pained thoughts were being fed to him through amplifiers
His pale brow beaded with sweat,
Chilling him to the bone
Then, as readily as it took him, it ceased.
Relief
The clock above him ticks its beat,
One,
Two...
He sighs,
Letting his breath shudder out through clenched teeth
All seems calm suddenly...
He does not know what overtook him...
Cannot begin to consider it before it hits him again,
Only faster come the thoughts,
The noises from afar return,
Thudding louder,
And louder still!
He cannot take it anymore
He opens his mouth to let forth a scream
To wail upon his unseen surroundings
But no sound issues forth.
No one looks up to see his pale, wet visage
Nor hears his terrifying scream
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holiday in cambodia
Feb 9, 2009
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