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the man. the snor.

if only we could see us now

a day on long street, when going to long street was still something we planned days around and bruce tait antiques and kitsch collectibles was still open. notice the limited edition thrift-store teaparty mike, jonny sporting the world's most offensive anti-fringe, and james looking more or less identical to how he does now. great day though, i think i found a second-hand cd somewhere. small things.

xoxo

gossip girl

this was a good day, but i still owe franco R100 for it

the train ride back from kalk bay earlier this year...definitely one of the strangest and most eventful experiences of my life, involving a folded up page of a very backwater porn magazine witha used johnny inside it.

faggotry

witness me branding myself as somebody who probably has a fringe down to his ankles, snakebites, bisexual tendencies and listens to hawthorne heights:

gin eyes

burn this city

and build it up from the ground

it's always gonna be here, you know

(and on and on)

and on top of it all

the lights come on

the sweat still shows

just sink in

just bite down.

for all the pity

that gold-plated the crown

you wear, you left nothing to show

of the light i burned into you

the lights fade

in two shades

we lost count

we backed down

the sweat stains

all false claims

just cut short.

just choke down.

artbeefs

Style Tag: Log-cabin inspired adult contemporary post-hardcore

old timers

i found this photo in my dad's study and thought it was pretty cool...it's my mom holding what i think are bouvier puppies, i know we had one called brinjal sometime before i was born. and since i haven't posted anything in about a year i thought it would make my blog look nice/interesting/a lot less boring than it is.

happy sunday!

xoxox

we'll wait under the tow like diamonds

it's been like a year since i've posted anything, mainly because i'm an extremely uninteresting person. college starts again today, the joy is almost tangible.

aaaanyway, maybe i'll start posting things again soon.x

courage with a 5 litre glass =

totally stole this from tom's blog. it's the result of deciding to play courage at gideon's house one night, typical of my luck that i ended up downing a 5-litre jug full of just about every variety of alcohol imaginable...not even a minute later i was projectile-vomiting on his flower bed. charming. makes for a good photo though. if you're into good photos and that kind of thing you should give tom's blog a look, amazing photographer, some really cool work that he does with film which i think it pretty cool.

we'll fight like cockroaches

i did the dishes in my flat today and found about 5 cockroaches drowned in a cereal bowl. bleak. gotta be a pretty kak way to die, drowning in pronutro. although it beats being burned alive or stabbed in the gut and having to walk for a hundred metres holding your intestines in your stomach. anyway. i took my watch off for five minutes to wash up and when i came back to get it there was another cockroach on top of it...a dead one too, which sort of makes me wonder how it had enough time to crawl onto my watch and then die within the time that i was doing dishes. 

speaking of watches, i have an obsession with them and i decided i'll probably post some photos of watches on here. probably the most boring concept i can think of but thats what blogs are for.

i have an idea for a song in my head, which is good...whether or not it turns out to be anything that i end up using is another matter altogether...

Enter The Wooden Birds

just found out that American Analog Set, one of my favourite bands has a new project going.... they're called The Wooden Birds... sounds pretty cool so far, they only have two songs up on their profile but it's worth a look...i really like the guy's voice and the new stuff is a lot more folky...go check it out. x

fuck the eighties, i'm going to the future.

i don't know how to write music anymore.

this is a problem....the last song i wrote was in december 2007...and i'm pretty sure people are getting bored as shit of the same songs we play at all our shows. i start out fine, i get a few ideas and then it just goes to hell...i can't stop over-analysing everything i write and trying to make it sound like none of the bands i've been obsessed with lately, but it just ends up going nowhere..

sigh

anyway. this is mainly a result of not wanting to start on my creative development brief that was due at 9 this morning...i can't draw...most of my friends can, which sucks...i just looked at a bunch of their blogs and felt slightly more self-depreciative. fuck my life, all that kind of thing, blah blah.