oh, ps.

i checked out 'american gangster, ' Jay-Z's most recent drop.
it should have been called 'american piece of shit at rapping' because damn, that fool fell off.
more on that later.....

photogs!

I felt that I needed to hit you with some fresh stuff, so here it is.
eerie, black, white and beautiful.
These are from a collection of shots from late fall. It is now winter, and I need to go out and sanctify my soul with some creative work. I've got new shots from before the snow hit. It's only about a week old, I just haven't uploaded it.
But you'll get it when I'm ready world, stop your bitching.



this is the new wave in photography, the new photography, the sex love and drugs photography, this is....

wow

I fucking love Jude Law, that is to say, I respect him immensely. His calm British vibe reminds me of what I'd be like if I'd been born over seas,
or simply taken a semester abroad.

The British swagger is really more of a subtle moxie,
a quiet confidence that is usually drown out by us North American talkers. With our loud screams of arrogance we try to cover up for a lack of style. Obvious exceptions rise ready to hop the fence on both sides.

This stands as just a general observation, of which I am obviously removed.

But I digress,
This short film (which is actually a trailer) is absolutely fucking golden.
Not only does it inspire me to go hang out around a European marketplace, it delivers poetic philosophy and a well thought out script.

A visual golden horse, this piece reminds me why Jude Law is one of the classiest motherfuckers in the game: because he chooses to perform for the art, rather than his pocket book.


Prove me wrong:

blahh

treachery and betrayal,

these are two themes rampant throughout my sleeping life.

my only limitation is fear,
anything I am not afraid to face, I can defeat, or move beyond

my sleeping life transcends time and space,
I live a thousand days every time I close my eyes.

I think I'm going to start organizing and writing them down.

bitch please.

drama, naiveté, locomotion and troll do not mix,
especially when they all come together in the form of a purple haired hoebag at your place of work
and she's all:

"cha....i'm overly emotional and can't make sense of life"

which really means:

"I was rejected by someone with your level of moxie and swagger, therefore I resent you."

Then she goes all highschool on your ass with a verbal onslaught of behind the back smack jiving, which makes you think of all the fun times you had while you were ACTUALLY IN THAT AGE BRACKET AND NOT PRETENDING YOU STILL ARE (pathetic)

and then you're like "yeah, whateva..."

...and the obnoxious chorus comes in....

Dear Weather,

please get nice again soon,
I apologize on behalf of the world (or at least my surrounding area) for taking you for granted.
The sunshine was nice, and so was the warmth.
Hell, I'll even take the cloudy rainy days over this cold godforsaken blizzard storm.

Or maybe it is unavoidable (in Canada).
If that's the case (which my 20 years here suggest) the city should build levies,
except for the wind.
They could block it out, and save us from being overtaken by these high-speed snow-carrying face-blasting soul-destroying gusts of wind.
It wouldn't even be hard...just plant some fucking trees and stop vacating the natural wind breakers from the land.
We wouldn't have to worry about them breaking, because unlike the people (lazy assholes) who designed and built the ones that ultimately led to the destruction of most Louisiannian lives, these levies would be designed by nature, and perhaps god -
and unless I'm mistaken, those are two mo'fuckas who know how to get the job done, slack free.

i hate you all.

I've decided to become a Luddite
and smash my laptop.
Though this will not be because of it's replacement of me in society, rendering my existence useless (which it hasn't...and at this rate, never will)
but because i can't stand the sounds.

The micro follow-up was done inline with the aforementioned concept. However, with this I wanted to have something more organic so I went for a heartbeat vibe. The offset fades are meant to cause confusion and spark out the whole design.

The throw down was relatively easy; (the challenge) was figuring out how to maintain a consistent style while experimenting with a new execution-ique.

for this (contrived) banner I was working toward an erratic in-your-face style. I used a silhouette which I had made from a photo of my brosef as a defined shape, multiplied it and tried to get the clone-threat aspect working for me. Originally I just had it stutter in and out, but threw on a fade out while playing around with it and liked how it jived. The overall theme is 'awkward,' as I was trying to play against existing themes found in contemporary banners. It's a quasi throw back to the good ol' days of choppy frame rates and wicked bad video games (doom, mostly.)

Also, (as i realized right this second) it has a zombie-esque allure to it. goodtimes.

The pulsing is a heartbeat.

ewwww

there was this awkward douche that sat down next to me on the bus, and he was the type to sprawl out across the seat in an uncomfortable fashion, so i turned up my ipod and kept reading, but even over the blasting taking back sunday throw back i could still hear him making lame comments about the weather and trying to pick up the (unnattractive) girl across the way.
bastard.
also, he smelled like rancid cat piss.
I wanted to fight to take back my space, but at the same time....cat piss.
I was afraid his scent would rub off on me,
so i zoned out and transcended metaphysical.

suckaahhssss

stop stealing my theories world.
or perhaps i should just stop expressing them
and keep them all to myself
and you'll all suffer, void.

yeah, take that contemporary world view!

Nas retrospec', and we can all breathe again.

finally, contrived website as follows:

tekzt musical engineering (a website)

read it,
love it,
live by it,

bitches.

dreamweaver is a piece of shit
there's no way anyone could ever pay me enough money to figure this out for a living.
no matter how many approaches i take
or how many options i try to make happen
it just wont happen
my teeth hurt, and i don't know why...this whole situation has got me so agitated i just want to punch a baby.
...or smoke an entire package of cigarettes
but probably neither cause fuck that.
and fuck this
its so poorly written
just like your face
bet ya saw that one coming,
and if you didn't
try harder to actually know me, creep.

we'll travel to infinity, i'll always be there....

so drunk girls?
annoying. some would call them easy, but the old fish in a barrel thing was never my scene. I actually just pictured that in my head and threw up a bit. FISH + BARREL = PUKEFEST/ANCIENT EUROPE.
drunk girls that are hideous?
the fucking worst, especially when you're working
and you tell them to leave
and the ho's all "i'm not even....that, drunk!"
WELL BITCH, TELL ME WHO THE FUCK SPEAKS WITH THAT SORT OF PUNCTUATION?
Drunk ugfos, that's who;
ones that need to get shot in the face.
i'm not advocating murder,
but the intense emotional trauma may cause the sickly slut to shut the fuck up once in a while
and the drastic surgery may actually help the looks department of her life.
(YEAH I'M TALKING AT YOU SQUARE FRAMES, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.)

don't get it twisted, drunktimes are goodtimes. (mostimes...where's the t? RIGHT THERE!)
in fact, if you don't drink, you are a fucking fascist.
there, i said it
i didn't want to go there, but look where we are....
dragged out into the brutally honest realm of truth and me, bitches.
but i digress, and then return to my previous point. follow? awesome.
if i like you, you can get drunk
if i don't like you, you should probably lock yourself in a cave
which really won't be that easy when you realize there are no doors in a cave
or locks for that matter
that is, unless you are in the bat cave
but if you have access to the bat cave then you must be batman
in which case we'd already be friends
unless you're that tool robin, then you should test your flying abilities by jumping off the nearest bridge.
THE POINT?
caves bitch, caves.
and drunk hos.
all around me
oh no,
i seem to have lost myself for a moment
well chew on some broken glass - i'll get to it sometime next week. (oh that elusive point...)