Jitters coming back

A large overhaul is needed, yes sir, three fucking big bags full sir.

The Tum-Tum Hurts, and The Day Is Bright

Well last night was great fun, best DJ i'm yet to experience, fantastic oldschool funk, reggae and latin grooves. MMMMM tasty. Now then, today I shall try attempt see my dearest friends Dylan (1) and Mish (1) that are performing some tunes of sorts at Newport Market day. This is rather tasty, and I shall hopefully locate the lastest issue of GUP in their local Newsagent as mine seems to be quite incompetent.

I don't like how some people write, they seem to feel the need to put in an intense amount of articulation into what they write as if they need to look more intelligent and it comes off pretentious and just boring. Sill scooters.

Oh Blog, mein erstwhile fiddler.

Well I've had an incredibly wild weekend, but not the spirit to write or put anything new on dis 'ere page untill midweek, what a fuckin' character I am. As with every year for the past Three(3) there was the Prescott's Halloween Shindanger, which as always wasn't actually on Halloween. I decided to go as Hunter S Thompson, and true to character a plethora of drugs were mixed with that night resulting in some delicious hallucinations in the wee hours of the morning. Suffice to say my brain was some kind of egg, being fried and scrambled.


Here's some various images from the night, due to my grose lack of social skills, or any form of skill whatsoever that evening the photodocumentation isn't what it could've been, but fuck it, fucking fuck foot.

Some New Ideas

Tanisha was kind enough to treck to the beach at nighty timey for some ideas I had brewing, keen to try something similar at dawn.

Oh foul wench...

Today has gone on forever, i'm drunk, wet, lying in bed hoping my fan will cool me down..............................BUT NO. It's simply blowing warm air ONTO me. Fuck mah leaf.

Fuck You, Saving

So my whole "imma save teh munnies!" ideal is dying as I snatch up more Vinyl's and various Audio schtuff.

Egad

Another Weekend Over, A Body Wrapped In Sunburn

Well, I had a lovely, thrifty weekend that began quiet with me saving lots of money, which is very good...untill a record player reared it's head in K-Mart and I slew it with my $130, then a visitation to Nanna Sue was accomplished as my platoon and I left her foxhole with $200 gone, but many a gram of grill in our pockets.

Some unknown song off Pink Floyd's 'The Wall' is warmly playing on my new piece of audioware, and the blue light that is emmiting from it is very very satisfying. The following pictures are essentially test shots for an up-and-coming shoot I'm doing of a very lovely girl on the beach at night, which you all shall see soon enough hopefully! So stayed tuned if you ever are actually tuned in.

Three Five Oh

Went to the 350 environmental gathering jizz today, was pretty fun, I won't lie. Also saw a flying englishman on a bike assaulting a P & O Cruiser with a balloon sword, off the heezay.

Here's some snippets.

Hadouken!

I busted up my finger real bad streetfighting with my friend Ben. Badass evening indeed.

Watch this space for new tasty images of my dear friend Lloyd...huzzah!

My throat is sore and my Vagina itches

Four day weekend has been fairly glorious, though the lack of several hundred dollars in next weeks pay may be a bit of a bastard. I have a shitty cough, probably dying, not gonna lie.

Also, my new skate deck will be making an appearance hopefully sooner rather than later (after many years of promising to make one)

Here's some new shit mah nigz!

Here komes the sonne

I Can't Sleep

It's 11:30pm, I can't sleep and Dad is snoring rather loudly. Moby's smooth tunes shall aid me into slumber.