September 2011
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December 2010
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Watchmodfetish:
UNKLE - Follow Me Down (feat. Sleepy Sun)
April 2010
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March 2010
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December 2009
1 post
Amen
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!’” — Hunter S. Thompson
November 2009
5 posts
October 2009
3 posts
Outside.
Thursday, I’m going out of town this weekend and I can’t wait. I’m hoping this road trip with my girlfriend and our friends will help with this feeling I’ve had this week. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling, but it is still one that comes up fairly often. The feeling of being outside. Of being there with everyone, but somehow being left out. I know where these feelings...
I’ve been getting a lot of interest from new models who are interested in shooting with me. It’s actually giving me a fair amount of motivation and restoring my confidence in my own abilities. I’m actually contacting them back rather than just smiling over the fact that someone took a moment to appreciate something I’ve created and then forgetting about it, like I have been...
September 2009
3 posts
Slipping Away
Some days I can feel it all slipping away…
My Patience, My Faith in Humanity, My trust in friendship, The belife in some vague undefined “Greater Good.” On those days I could just spit. I’d burn the whole world down just to light my cigarette if I thought it would give me one moments peace of mind.
I’m a bad Aquarian, I don’t belive in Utopia. On days like...
August 2009
3 posts
All I need to know, I learned from Godzilla.
When I was a little boy I wanted to be Godzilla when I grew up. I’d cut out back spines from cardboard, build cities out of boxes and proceed to stomp the living fuck out of them while armies of frightened action figures “ran for their lives”.
My grandparents always said I was “A little odd.” I’d play games like “Black Plague” in which all my toys...
Jumbled thoughts, conflicting ideas, and something slowly building deep down inside. I looked in the mirror last night, and for the first time in a long while, I liked what I saw.
Maybe my mother was right.
July 2009
1 post
The Last Days of Rome.
These are indeed the last days of Rome. The barbarians are at the gates, the aristocrats are drunkenly rolling in their own filth in the high temples and bath houses of our government and society.
The streets are alive with a quiet desperation. Energy crackles just below the surface. Everyone knows shit’s about to go down, but no one knows what or when.
These are the greatest days of our...