Thursday, November 17, 2011

Just keep swimmin'

UNO.YR

Of course I'm a child!...cough

Shove that in ya pipe!

I saw a man smoking a pipe today. He walked past- beard rippling in the wind - swagger out - feeling like an absolute boss. I feel like there aren't enough pipes these days... How am I meant to shove something in my pipe, if I don't even have one?? This is...HORSESHIT.

For shits and gigs

I wouldn't mind a giant moose...

Give it to me now.

so many letters not enough timee

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Wheres the god damn exit?

I can see God from up here



crash light



Whose hands are those?



Biblically Frostbitten

made in Chelsea





Knock, knock. Whose there? Technology. Technology who??

I'm getting old. Really old. I'm slowly becoming more technologically inept...I found myself reading instructions the other day... WHO DOES THAT?... It's become so bad that I have accidentally changed this blog and fear it will never be the same again?! I know how my mum feels when trying to change the channel on foxtel..or retrieving voice messages from the home phone. All hope is gone. The world of technology has moved on without me. I'll just have to accept it and stick to my walkman and floppy disks...

Camouflaging the underlying social values

Trees on water



Monday, November 7, 2011

Dorian

'I have grown to love secrecy. It seem to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town I never tell my people where I am going. If i did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance to one's life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?'

where are the pipes in Venice I wonder..

We're watching you




Taxidermied pidgins watching from the best seats in the house. I hope when I die...I too am taxidermied and kept in the Venice biennale.. lucking fucking birds..

One of the ceilings of a country I've forgotten at the Venice Biennale. I could have happily lived there. On my back looking up at that ceiling, which had three beautiful old trees growing straight through it. Ughhh

Tuesday, November 1, 2011