Fuckin GANGSTER

TUTS MY BURREH

Carl Sagan

Is a trippy motherfucker.

GIZLI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

corporate genius

Blocked.
Blocked.
Adult Content.
Blocked.

Adobe Clean Script, in the same breath as donkey cock.
Client Repro files deemed as satanic ritual porn.
Coreldraw Update wearing the same NOTHING as the school children.

Block the people that spend 5 minutes, so i can spend 4 hours to get a brief....

but all i have to do
is compile a list
and email it
get the url
forward
they will review
they will grant clearance
then i can get the "girl dancing in club" -
not the "girl raped by a club"
which in corporate genius hive mind
is on equal terms.

rule for the day....
go to the nastiest most revulsive site
every 5 minutes.
they want a report on the sites people access
by all means.
istockphoto = icockphoto
gettyimages = slettyimages

the world we live in
police state
communism
if the goverment removes one of your liberties
they can remove all
and will

"searching"
blocked.

shampoo

It feels like a receding head covered in shampoo
And everyday
I splash some water on it
But the more i do
The more it drips into my eyes
Burning.
i can close my eyes like the rest.
Or i can
Drown my head forever.
No shampoo
No sound
Nothing.

robin williams

I force myself everyday
too gladly join the ranks of the saddest
loneliest people in the world.

I take medicine to join

The ranks of people that masturbate in internet chatrooms

I look in the mirror and wonder when i’m real

Like watching a serious robin williams movie.

Which character is the real robin williams

He all ways looks and sounds like a irish alcoholic that lost his wife

And found heroin

Is that the real one?

I claw and kick and scream to join the ranks of the loneliest people in the world

For whom sex is broken

into 2 parts.

“help me do it”

Or

“watch me do it”

i ask to join the ranks

of the saddest

loneliest people in the world.

I wash and brush myself

Into uniform

I sleep and eat

Into sanity

i drive and stand

from point a

to point a

i pretend pray

that i can join their ranks

to put another day behind me

and smile at another day wasted

i celebrate another year in the mits

i worship with them

i try

all i want to be is as sad and lonely as the world around me

that i can enjoy everyday

tonite i drink sleep from a glass

and tomorrow i swallow a

prescribed

beautiful

sunrise

i want to join the ranks

of the saddest loneliest people in the world

because i want to be normal.

So i can look in the mirror

And be robin williams.

For another day.

And another

And another....

OULIK

You don't take a photo, you simply ask quietly, if you can borrow it...

Cool.

laura jane photography - Kicks ASS!

REALLY FEEL LIKE THIS.....

But, you can't allways get what you wa-ant.

Guess the Book...

This book should never be left where it could fall into the hands of children. Recurrent themes of bloody violence, murder, racism, incest and rape are dealt with extremely irresponsibly. Horrific events are presented as justified by circumstances and as solutions to petty wrongs.

Worse than the depictions in the book are actual historic examples of such depictions being used to justify the worst kind of degradation and humiliation that humans have ever been forced to endure. These acts are not just inspired by this book, but characters in the book urge its readers to follow its example. Worst of all, however, is that, despite this book's obvious lack of coherent logic or sense, it inexplicably possesses a following of people that somehow find comfort in its horror.

No doubt about it, the horrific images, and lack of intelligent discussion of those images, contained in this book makes it entirely unsuitable for children, or sensible adults.

It is very doubtful that a book that meanders so terribly, and contradicts itself so often, is truly inspired by a deity. What you will read in here can be found in other mythologies. There is nothing truly unique about it.

a REAL photographer to the end

after THAT...."hmmm...lets take a picture"


ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!?!?!?!?!?

The Hero

We are all too scared to leave our homes, our prisons. We are a nation of fear and security. All we have left is the warm loving glow from the TV, the Internet and relentless masturbation. (They all go hand in hand).
i could talk about my accomplishments and accolades. but i would rather tell the truth.
It was a stormy night in Tremilin(or something like that), when i stumbled into the Two Dragons Tavern(definitely something like that), a
tavern that mainly consists of bards, and miners, not a place where you would see an Englishman, a Welshmen or a Scotsmen discuss quirky incidents. In the corner i noticed an old lady....she was gesturing to me. "Who are you?"
"me, I am the guy"...
"what GUY"....
"the guy from the place that did that thing....you should ask whatsizface about it"
The lady looked puzzled. "You want me to ask whatsizface about the guy that did the thing"

Sarcastically, I answer...."erm, yes"?

she leaned closer and whisper in my ear..."What the fuck are you on about".
I shrugged.

"Anyway.." she said, getting up "I have a ring for you...this ring has "magical qualities " Just then, a crowd of "Whoooooh girls"...went...well, WHOOOOH!!!
(it's just what they do).

I took the ring.

"Cool Ass" i said..."what does it do?"
The RING ....pause for effect......Makes you a better dancer!
She left.

Disappointed, like when you get an "eraser" in your Christmas cracker.....and everyone else got miniature decks of playing cards and THEY spend the whole night playing Rummy, pretending to be giants.

After a few moments, I smiled.
"Hang on....Jean Claude van Damme was a ballerina, and he pretty much kicked that mean dude with the rather far-out looking pecks' ass in Bloodsport, ........repeatedly." I thought.

"Nice".

So, there you have it....My skills.
my Arabesque is vicious.
my Battement rivals Chuck Norris.
my Bras Croisé is thought provoking.
and i Pirouette on demand.

From that moment on,
I referred to myself as "The Hero" and spoke of myself in the third person.

"Pretty much everybody cops it in the face and neck for a good while."

"The Hero is snapping necks as a form of aesthetic critique"

....and , what would life be without a bunch of sun-baked training montages, set to Kenny Loggins' music, some family tenderness, we grow a little, we laugh a little, we fight with sticks. I think Meg Foster is there at some point, but I can never remember where she is in films because her dead, dead eyes are a portal to the land of wind and ghosts.

"The Hero leaves with menacing swerves and winks"

Breakfast Cutie

a friendly little birdie came to say hallo to me this morning....

The END OF THE WORLD

0:25 Changes Volume
0:29 Reckless-Abandon-Body-Slammin
0:37 Clothes
0:48 Naked
0:54 Enters Narnia
0:56 Leaves Narnia...forever.
1:08 Raaar??
1:11 Changes the Channel
1:26 huh?
1:29 Weapon X
1:32 The Exorcist
1:58 Goes for a Sandwich

neem me niet kwalijk....

......Ik ben even struikelen ballen

HOLY FAAARK

Polaroid Fun

Outer body manual

I am always amazed by what makes a good photograph, i mean there's a hell of a lot of photographers out there. some good and some really shit, but everyone still seem to be shooting different than the other. I take myself for example, my own worst crit. always looking for new fresh ideas, browsing through other togs website, blogs images trying to figure it out. I guess all i want to find out is where is my spot on the bar of excellence. where is my rank, where do i fit in on this scale. that i have trouble with. just cannot seem to look at my work and go...right you're good, or thats a great photo. i'm not technical or mathematical, never use a light meter and even though i will always shoot on manual, it is like i still don't have any control. never work things out according to rules, books or manuals. just feel it and if it looks good, i go with it. could this be an outer body experience...i mean for each one of us there's a split second that we own, that has our name on it. but why will my work look different from another, how can my split second be different from another photographer,  even if we take the same picture. when i shoot, i have no control....i am being controlled, and i love this feeling. somehow i am being connected to this thing...spirit, soul, outer body, universe....have no clue what it is, but it feels good and it takes me on a journey. it just amazes me how i will have no plan, no idea, no structure when i go out for a shoot, nothing planned, but just absolutely have my intuitive, creative and spontaneous outer body take control of my shutter button. i guess that is me and that is why my images will be me, totally flowing from who i am .....and without any control. I guess this is how it should be. me

Born in the USA

Join the Army: Travel to exotic distant lands; meet exciting, unusual people.....

....and kill them

It's what happens....

....if you touch him on his studio.

Godess

There is a curious phenomenon in the Femdom scene of men wanting to worship Women as Goddesses. And outside of this scene dominant Women also find men coming to them who want to devote their whole lives in serving and worshipping them.

So we have to ask the question; why? Why would men who have ruled and dominated society and Women want to suddenly worship, adore and serve Women? Logically it makes no sense. Men have had the upper hand in relationship between the sexes for thousand of years, so why should men then suddenly want to be Women's servants and slaves?

The only answer I have found about this is in Jungian psychology. Carl Jung put forward the concept of archetypes. So for instance many men tune into the hero archetype; of wanting to risk injury or even death to help and save others. But in the many archetypes, he discovered one of the most powerful archetypes was that of the Mother. He found that this archetype was very ancient going back to the Stone-Age where people then believed that the whole world was born from the body of a Creatrix they called, The Great Mother.

The idea of people worshipping a male god is very new. It seem this began about five thousand years ago at the end of the Stone-Age, when the first images of male deities were discovered. Before then, archaeologist and paleontologists have only discovered images of females. Now the Stone -Age goes back hundreds of thousands of years. Compared with just the five thousand years we began to worship gods. So would explain why the archetype of the Great Mother is so powerful. Because for hundreds of thousands of years human beings have accepted that the Creatrix was female. This in turn, meant, that people came to accept that Women represented the Great Mother on this Earth. This must of given Women great status and power in Stone- Age communities, and men learnt to worship and serve Women as Goddesses.

Then suddenly about five thousand years ago this suddenly stopped. Men took control of civilizations all over the world through violence. Why this happened we do not really know. But it could be that Women themselves may of undermined the power they had over men. They may of thought it unfair that men were worshipping them as Goddesses and began to teach men equality of the sexes.

A BAD MOVE....

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Avantgarde

Avantgarde is never having to say I'm sorry....


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Righardt & Leigh's Fun Photo Booth

HENDRIX....doing....DYLAN......

Wish it was more like a broke back mountain moment.....could've had some interesting kids....probably end up being accountants....how would that work....
"PURPLE......COME HERE, PURPLE....stop playing with that calculator....and take your acid!!!....NO DINNER IF YOU DONT FINISH your WEED......and WRITE SOME ANTI ESTABLISHMENT LYRICS.....about girls tripping balls.....and chasing some white light through a green field.......and with the mention of the heartless "MAN" breaking down your "brother and sister" Bliss.

This is why i cant sleep.....

I see this when i close my eyes....

My whole face hurts...

i woke up today with the whimper
not the bang of a schoolboy or a father.
i woke up today
feeling my age and the sum of everything
i've ever done and either i just got kicked in the teeth or time has changed me.

Transatlantic

Does it hurt too much to listen to this song, or does it hurt NOT to listen to this song?

Happy Birthday Dean!!!

SHOUT! - SA celebs against crime A.K.A "8 Dead, 9 if you count the fetus

..That "SHOUT" Bullshit that everyone's raving about is what's wrong with this country. The "Haves" making cutesy songs about stopping violence, cutesy movies about crime, cutesy bullshit. I hope they all get Meth Constipation. We should stop thinking that a stupid song with stupid people wearing stupid t-shirts will somehow make us all live together in a log cabin singing kum bah yah. fuck that. We all sit on our home- made thrones, feeling all connected and liberal when we see .."aaa another celebrity effort against violence, rape, what next...Bovine Caligula? I wonder if someone that got home one day, found his daughter raped, sodomized, beaten to death, with her arms chopped off (OOOH, we do the DNA thing now) will share the "lets hold hands and sing about the rainbow nation, lets release a white dove from a township rooftop" sentiment. They should change "S.H.O.U.T" to "The Kill theme to African Apeshit" Stop singing songs "against" crime.....start killing against crime, the "oh so FAB" celebrities can get away with murder anyway.

And don't tell me that we YOU don't get a warm fuzzy feeling when some "horrendous crime" is committed against some celeb or some Fat Cat..... "cause NOW they can see what its like" ...we all do it. So lets hope that alot off people EXPERIENCE South Africa in all its glory during the world cup...OH, HANG ON.....no one's coming to the world cup.....too violent....hmmmm....maybe that's why "they" all live in first world countries...SMART PEOPLE!

SO....SHOUT!!!!!.....you're as save as a fish in a bucket.


SHOUT!!!!!.....you're as save as a fish in a BARREL.

Fran & Werner rocking the dance floor at Richard & Leigh's wedding

Frannie has been my best friend since school and I remember the days when we use to go crazy on the dancefloor, but it was awesome seeing her and her husband have so much fun at this wedding!!!

Hmmmmm

I suffer from the "I hate myself, but I'm better than everyone else" syndrome...