Night off.

First night since September or something I think I've spent at home the whole night alone without my brothers.


- Posted my iPhone bitchez.

Zeitgeist.

I've been reppin' this documentary pretty hard since year 7 haha
So now that the 3rd movie's finally out:

Zeitgeist 1: If you still haven't seen this FUCKING WATCH IT!


Zeitgeist: The Movie - 2007 by Peter Joseph from ZeitgeistMovie.com on Vimeo.


Zeitgeist Addendum (2): Mind-blowing-opening stuff. WATCH.


Zeitgeist: Addendum - 2008 by Peter Joseph from ZeitgeistMovie.com on Vimeo.


Zeitgeist Moving Forward (3): It's much slower to get into- but they've got a lot of base line information to cover, so make sure you're wide awake and willing to sit through the dreary bits, because it will blow your mind no less than the other two. We're fucked if we don't get our shit together.

Summertime Shootouts.

People these days...

Cr3dit?

Stalks to see who she is... Oh she's a babe and works at a tattoo shop.

Be Smooth.

Kills it.

Keeps going...

...

Forever My Idol.

Procedurape.

I have a fucked up mind. But lyric/story idea.

Doctor describing patient, daughters best friend.

Helplessly tied into procedure, he takes off her pants.

"I'll haunt you while you sleep, so don't you dare fucking dream!"

Doctor describing procedure, his best yet.

His thirst had been met, his hunger wants more.

"I'll haunt you in your dreams, so don't you dare fucking sleep!"

This is Centuries.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Centuries/144633025557434?v=app_178091127385

Listen to the vocals I did for Centuries.
Tell us what you think?

Dizzy Rascal.

 My Soul Reason by juddLOCKS

I want to put vocals to this-
I'll probably change the music still-
The Chorus is what I get when I'm trying not to green out.
Made it during that moment too.

They see me rollin'

Chill

What's with the fucking delay of indie haters?
That shit was done about six months ago and now all the losers have finally caught on that "indies" the next label they can slap on people to make themselves feel somehow superior.
But be careful, if you defend this imaginary label of people you get ganged up on by all the indie haters, and they even try and tell you how they've put you in the indie category too.
It's a fucking competition these days who can be the most individual, there's the ones who are always on to the next thing- those they'd be labeling indie right now, those who were labelled hardcore, scene, emo, before that, and then there's those who are either late comers into the dead fad or the ones who refuse to move on in lifes repeating circles of fashion.
Because it's uncool to be cool and cool to be uncool, because that's what's cool at the moment, and everyone is going berserk with insults, ego's everywhere competing for the respect of their peers.
None of it is cool.
Just be chill.
It's the way everyone should always be...
But don't be chill as a collective or you'll be sure to gather opposable collective people who will do just the opposite to be different, even if it means throwing a bomb into an all chill zone.
The type of people who would bomb Switzerland.

- Posted my iPhone.

She bought the sun with her...

This song describes my day today perfectly. I was evil. I left my soul in my reflection this morning. I walked soullessly through the stormy weather.

Work and play my life away.

 Test drivin'

 Pot Cakes.

 Happy Birthday Dear Daylan.

 Sold my Chevy to the levy.

 Happy Girthday Harley Barley.

 Daylan and Erica mackin' on.

She Shaw is Black.

Geelong Pier.

Bodeans Womb.

BEN PADGETT.

Waiting for N00dl3 B0X

Indian.

A tree with dreadlocks.

Ferris Bullar.

Judd and Dakota.

Me Carressing Dakota's face... I gave her a face tat.

Judd and work. It's what I do.

Park Mollock.

Geelong.

My Womb.

Mark and his son.

Jakey.

Eastern Beach. Got some cool video's to upload soon.

"Cone Sweet Cone"- Wade.

JAKE/MARK/JUDD.

Summer livin' Summer Dyin' Summer Lovin' Summer Lyin'

Gertrude.

High School.

If there's one thing I regret doing in life, it's not wiggin' during school. I definitely wasn't making the most of my young years.
Fuck that would've been fun.
I envy Edwina.
Ash and I are going back to school.

Location:The Porch

Lost.

I walked out to the sand and stood there, dazed by the morning sun.
The fire had long turned to coal and ashes, but I was still warm from the blankets inside my tent.
This was the first morning I'd woken up in a long time without your small hands clutching on to my fingers.
I saw the door had been left half unzipped in the dark last night,
I presumed you just went out to cool down, but now I see all your stuff is missing.
Please don't leave me.
I swear I must've traced every possible footprint scattered across the sand,
None of them led me back to your soft lips, to your small hands.
I stumbled across the entrance of the cave we spent our first night down by the beach together.
The kerosene lamp still wedged between two rocks on the roof of the small cave.
I wish I could step back into my memory, I'd carry you back onto the sand.
Please come back with me.

Sweet and Simple Logo by Ash :)

Ashley

Drew me a picture while I slept. Fuck he's talented.

Canon can suck me off!

 

I JUST BOUGHT THIS! 

CANNOT WAIT! You should see the quality of the Fisheye! And the Macro Lens! And the wide angle!

AND THERES EVEN A MOTHERFUCKING SILENCER (TELESCOPE) AND TRIPOD!

Hectiiiiiic!

Check this out: Normal Camera.

Fish eye:

The wide angle/macro are just as insane!

The wide angle actually looks the same result as my $800 wide angle lens.

Sunburnt and Sunbaked.

I get sick of the sky for the clouds always pass me by.

They never stick around much these days, 

the northerly sea breeze, and sway of the tress always seem to hush them away.

So I stumbled inside to count the stars 

spinning in my head,

I fumbled and tried and fell from the sky and landed on my bed,

I got sick of the sky and counting stars so I stared into the floor,

shoes and bags,

shirts and jeans traced me from the door.

You called me and told me your troubles, 

how a boy liked you and cried,

Because you talked to me...

He realized he'd only lied.

He was in love with you,

And I don't think i liked that, 

plus it seemed to bother you a lot.

I remember why I stay up on the roof at sunsets.

To watch the clockworks of the universe, forget about the nonsense.

I can see the moon creeping up to brighten my skies, 

to outshine all the stars I had drowning in lies,

To outshine the comets that suddenly appear and blow you away...

Then disappear.

My skies right now are clear, a pale blue,

The sun shines brighter when I'm with you...

hope you know that.

When you're up on my roof with me, the clouds always seem to stay and chat.

So stay awake with me, tighten the grip of my hands, I adore your company.

We said goodnight and you rolled over to kiss me softly on the cheek.

If you really are my dream-girl, will I see you in my sleep?

She asked me to write her a story while I was practically green as gumby. 

I sort of like it.

Hollow Structure Lyrics.

Today I'm recording vocals for Centuries with Dan from Confession. Should be good, cept ive got fucking hayfever so a tad clogged and coughy.



Oh baby come up to the rooftop!
Now look over the edge...
notice the view isn't what we hoped it would be?
A gleaming city filled with hollow buildings.
You can knock... but no one will ever open up the door.
There's nothing but fake smiles framed on walls.

(From the walls, from the walls, from deep within these walls...
All the blood, oh the blood, it leaks onto my floors.
Please open up the door!
I need to see who's blood's puddled on my floor. )

We won't make another step, we've tripped down all the stairs we ever climbed,
there's no going back,
up to the roof to look out over the edge
and wonder if we could fly straight down through the cement
Into a brighter world.
A world with depth.
Deeper than your lips will ever get.
Lies can only get you so deep until you hit the golden truth.
We're not meant to be.
So I will have to set you free.
I loved you enough to set you free, can't you do the same for me?
How am I supposed to think?
Oh the guilt drives me insane.
How am I supposed to dream?
I dream of you and wake to scream.
How am I supposed to fly?
When you're anchored to my core.
How was I supposed to breathe?
When I found you hanging by the door.






Reckon anyone could give me their interpretation of them?
It'll probably make more sense with the music- and even better sense with a film clip like the idea in my head haha

In between the city.

The thing I love most about my new iPhone is the Camera.

Fuck my SLR I should sell it.

Such a good Thurs>Sunday!

 On the Train going over new 6billion dollar bridge.

 Still on the train.

 Open bigger to check out the number plate! FckThWrld!

 Atrium.

 FedSqaure.

 Solve the munchie promblem, sesh at maccas.

 Hard Life.

 This couch has had some serious wear.

 Samual J Mitchell.

<-- Smokings chill but! 

 CityStrollin'

 Squidly!

 Rockin' out in Sam's bathroom!

 This is the rooftop decking we watched next doors party from and then challenged! AND WON!

Cartrip to Anglesea. 

 Chyeah!

 Sibblez.

 Sibbliez.

 Family Portrait. :) <3

 Wrong way Pom!

 The Climb!

 I got sand in my pants!

 Ripcurl as.

 Glockenspiel ribs.

 Rock of Love.

 Edwinta.

 Bear Grylls.

 Silhouette Sailin'

 I sort of enjoy the over 'exposion'.

 Slight change of edit. 

 Lonely Stoner Mrs Solo Dolo.

 Cliffjumper3000.

 Found and claimed this cute little bag.

 I made Edwina climb alot haha.

 I like this.

 Such an average photo, crossprocessed into this! 

 What can I say?

 It's a Kangaroo.

 Shoath.

 Natures loungeroom.

 BackSALT.

 Butterfly.

 Too much. But I sort of like it.

 Funky Trunks are how I roll.

 The ol' McSlippsta.

 I promised I jumped!

 Thud Ditch.

 SquintSentch. We needed Sunnies!

 Down ramp.

 Ed Fronty.

Judd Fronty.