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To begin shooting in less than a week. I have completely expurgated, scrubbed, scraped and disinfected my entire room so that it resembles a place of fruitless, desolate happenings. Athough the floor will be covered with the pages of old books, the walls remain white and the bed remains empty.

Chris Jordan, 2008

Skull With Cigarette, 2007

Tell them it's art

OH!

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

— Marilyn Monroe.

amaze

Hermit

I have picked a rather silly time to begin constructing this blog. So..much..work... not...getting..done... Why do we place ourselves under so much pressure? How do we end up in these dire situations where our eyes become telepathically glued to a computer screen for a good part of the night, striving, struggling, slowly dying in an endeavour to type 1000 words on a highly outdated review of 'Emma' that was written by a man with the name 'Reginald'.
That overwhelming sense of dread that is the undying cause of procrastination. Oh the joys of year 12. Pretending you don't care, pretending you do care, endless cups of black coffee in a cardboard cup and a social life that swings between drunken outbursts and solitary confinement. And this is all for the benefit of our future? That said, I refuse to end this blog with a rhetorical question. So instead I will leave you with the one and only statement that makes any sense to me: Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about. At least Oscar knew his shit.