Title: please realize
Medium: Artline 0.4
Date: 9th of september, 2011

you're friends talk about you
you are terrible
you can't stand them
you think they like you
all wrong.

na-fucking-om

I think chewing is disgusting. Like, if you think about it people are publicly CHEWING. Mashing and squishing food. I just never realised how sick and disgusting it is.

I can't even write how I feel anymore because if I do people look at me differently. They don'y understand, even if they do they don't care. So there's no point anymore. There's no point, round or shape.

Words that don’t exist in the english language:

L’esprit d’escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.

Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.

Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Gigil: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.

Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.

Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.

Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

Symbol: An arbitrary sign (written or printed) that has acquired a conventional significance.

It's all signs, letters, numbers written for superficial reasons with industries moaning and groaning at the tug of society. Like a rush, they grin and plan to eat their victims souls. GOBBLE GOBBLE, bolus of lies, hate and betrayal swallowed. It slides all slimy down the oesophagus. Dip, drip, dripping. They all end up the way they were: shit.

let's play

Every time I think I’ve hit bottom, every time I think I can sink no lower, every time I think I have slammed face first into the bedrock of depravity, I find a new low. It’s like my life is a limbo contest with the devil holding the stick–how low can you go?

Too Late

Captain Smith and Pochahontas, they had a very mad affair. When her daddy tried to kill him she said "Daddy o' don't you dare, he gives me fever with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight, fever I'm his misses, Oh daddy won't you treat him right?"

feed them lies.

Thing 1: "Are you okay?"

(Thing 2's mind): well, I have fucking bandaids on my arms, bags under my eyes, I've been talking to myself because no one gives a fuck about me, my phone is full of useless text messages from fucked people, I've lost my sanity, I've started mixing my meds with vodka, I smoke stolen cigarettes, I thirst for someone who is leaving in 2 days, my psych suggests I tell no one about my dreams because they are 'quite dark', I cry everyday for selfish reasons, he still haunts my fantasies, I fast for 4 days each week, school is scary when I have to dodge the sad fucks in my year, I spend endless days in my bed begging for eternal sleep because there's nothing and no one to live for, I lie to my mother about who I am, I have no best friend, And you're pretending like you care.

Thing 2: "yeah sweetheart."


And the world keeps spinning.

Friend Request.

The person that has twisted and crippled my mind, making it a living hell, has tried to add me on Facebook.
It's funny how the one insignificant action one persons makes can dramatically effect a human being.
I've dreamed of the day I would share with them the nightmares I've endured, the tears and the crippling feeling I've felt. How my way of living has completely change along with my sanity.

I will never fucking forget who you are, because you have made the biggest impact on my life. For all the wrong reasons.

e n t e r t a i n .

Dear kitty,

On the tenth of June a dexterous couple took to Perth city hungry for adventure and excitement. City central was full of the weird and wonderful, but lacked the electric madness they were licking for. With eyes set on space and shape held hostage to their imagination they found it. Their serendipity. The about to be demolished Perth Entertainment Center. Like a forgotten toy bear, it breathed as humans in their same cotton suits walked by. Passing the cold metal wires that spoke words of a caution, squeezing through sheets of crumpled metal. And then they where in. The crunch of the thick gravel and broken plastic  beneath their feet, the thick industrial air suffocating them, the monstrous rubble surrounding them all added up to one thing: F R E E D O M .

 Like children in a candy store they danced and laughed. Ran and jumped. They acted out as adventurers discovering a jungle; mountains of crushed seats to climb on, electrical snake-like wires that hung from the tree tops of the stage and the silent sleeping excavator which lay at the entrance. They were taking document footage, collecting little treasures they found when suddenly they heard it. At first it was a faint click click click that soon turned into a thud thud thud. Frozen stiff they looked at each other. Her blood tuned cold and her ears burned as they fled stealthily back to the main stage. The final scene was about to take place. He crouched down, now they were the spies. It was either fight or flight. Eyes focused on one another they spoke words telepathically. The thud got louder and closer and as they hid behind a barrier they could see the beast, sniffing at the air with wild brown hair. With skin fluorescent on the top and blue on the bottom. It's spidery legs carried it, lurking. Like a dog it heard them. Like a human though, it bored them. As the creature departed, so did they soon after.

My adventure with BEETLE WINGS

B E E T L E   W I N G S   H I M S E L F

Y O U R S   O N L Y:  S T O L E N .

Rest in rubble peace Perth Entertainment Centre.

S-T-0-L-E-N

s-t-0-l-e-n.tumblr.com

E N J O Y  T H E  R I D E  K I D S

Title: Be careful what you wish for

Medium: point-ball pen + Ecoline inks

Description: I actually really dislike this drawing.

engh.

I wish someone cared.

I hate it when someone makes a joke about you, and it’s actually something you’re really insecure about, but you can’t say that to them because then they will know its a weakness. So you just sit there while everyone laughs around you, pretending like each laugh isn’t a stab in the heart.

Human Metamorphosis

Creative studio Taylor James made these unbelievably realistic images that look like they're straight out of a science fiction movie! In the first set, a beautiful brunette sheds her old body similar to that of a snake. A dramatic, internal struggle taking place.

Taylor James really pushes the technical limits of photo manipulation, turning amazingly creative ideas into a reality. Not only do these tell incredible stories, they're executing in a way that's nothing short of phenomenal. 

Listen up children.

Napoleon
-Baghdad, Me And The Hitman Joseph.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGmu2gNHFek

we feel sorry for you.

"I feel sorry for people that are so ugly they have to turn their photo upside down in order to look good"


*I feel sorry for the couples that are so ugly they have to use photobooth mirror in order to look cute.


h8rs gone h8.

pure imagination

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ-uV72pQKI&feature=player_embedded

no appreciation

Nebula

Christopher Kane; Picks from his Resort 2011 Collection.

"Baghdad, Me And The Hitman Joseph"
- Napoleon.
listen.

House of Harlow 1960

 welcome home.

Broke the bank with these bad boys.

Journal of Kurt Cobain.

Fans of Nirvana star Kurt Cobain gathered at one of the rocker's famous sanctuary spots on Tuesday for the unveiling of a guitar memorial to mark the 17th anniversary of his death. The diverse group of onlookers included many born after the musician's suicide.

Cobain, who committed suicide on April 5, 1994, was honoured with a 3.9 metre statue of a guitar, created by local artist Lora Malakoff, in an Aberdeen, Washington park. A steel ribbon dangles by the concrete guitar with lyrics from the Nirvana song On a Plain. It reads "One more special message to go and then I'm done and I can go home."

I Bought Kurt Cobain's Journal a few days ago. I think it's pretty weird that you can buy someones personal diary, kind of feel guilty. It's all scanned images of pages that he wrote. The drawing are ever so interesting, considering they were illustrated from the hands of a mentally damaged person genius.

R.I.P

The Bedroom Philosopher.

Discovered by self: Early 2009
Thoughts: gene-ious.
So Postmodern.


http://www.bedroomphilosopher.com/about/

zine time.

Front.

Middle.

Inside.

Zine: a cheaply printed magazine published irregularly by amateurs, esp. one featuring images and ideas reflecting unconventional, often alienated thought.


Title: Zip..
Date: 5/4/11

So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels it feels the way you told me how it'd always feel. Words hurt more then actions, we've been taught this since we were young but unlike nursery rhymes, we can't sing to it. Birds sing, but do they really know the lyrics? Or are they just hoping that someone will see the hurtful cries behind their sweet, soft songs? I feed wolves to keep them quiet but they never keep their jaws sealed. This happens continuously, in everyone. You try to keep your head low so you can't capture a bullet, but when you get to inquisitive and curious you'll take a peek at the on coming enemy every now and again. This may seem like all fun and games but the enemies are playing one to. You take your last peek at the oncoming traffic and before you know it you'll be on the ground with a bullet hole in the middle of your forehead and before you can think "how the fuck did that get there?" your already on a one way train to hell.


I wish I'd done lit.

ugly.

Welcome to the lunchtime of a psychotically normal person.

What: On the back of my 2CD Math graph notes
      Ink
Hospitals, schools, museums.
They all can be a bore unless you know how to play your cards.

†

zola jesus - manifest destiny [mp3]
zola jesus - sea talk [mp3]

The low down.

Last Saturday, a man with a camera + woman with bag loads of make-up, clothes and hair products trolled their way with a darling creature to Panorama (location top secret). After months and months of planning this collaboration with Thinh Dong of BEETLE WINGS it finally set fire. Our intent was originally to do five different looks, but due to time constraints we ended up only doing two - so look out for Part Two! These looks revolve around the concept of manifestation of the human mind, and since taking the shots there has been an overwhelming response to the photos on Saturday. Our model Hannah was incredible and a big thanks goes to her and of course Thinh for the amazing photography.

Behind the scenes images of the shoot taken from BEETLE WINGS:

The Lovely Hannah & Me.

Thinh & Hannah in fur.

That's all folks.

MANIFESTATION part 1

Welcome to Part 1 of Manifestation a photo shoot collaboration with my wonderfully talented friend Thinh Dong from http://beetlewings.tumblr.com/. 

Model: Hannah

Make-Up: me

Styling: me

Photography: Thinh Dong

Hooray

Happy Birthday ya gimp.

(Present yet to be delivered)

hope you enjoyed this day to the fullest

voices in my head

Title: still thoughts

Medium: Pen (ink) on paper

Description: Self-Talk; Intrapersonal communication is language use or thought internal to the communicator. A loud or silent talk to oneself

Tell No One

Blue - An Erotic Life from Tibo Charroppin on Vimeo.


"biggest fucker in the nation"

I'd love a pet jelly fish.

bwaiins aduurrh

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGdqGkDjrlI

DUST :: Part II from MANIAMANIA on Vimeo.

surreal, bizarre and dream-like