Waking up and i'm feelin' lazy...

Yeah what?

Big Ted says, 'hi'.

Join hands and dance

My adolescent years weren't shit to what I do know
I never grew up I was born grown and grew down
The older I get the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant the incident is- I fit in
Ignorin' the shit? How boring it gets when there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit
I know I'm a bit flaky- but they make me
It's they who hate me and say they can takee
It's they whose legs I break and make achey
It's they who mistake me make me so angry
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I'll spit on you
Start pissin' and do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin'- I said I'll cop a squat on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordeu bleu and straight shit
like Notorious BIG did to that bitch on the skit on his last album
Pull my pants down and...

I'LL SHIT ON YOU

Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll SHIIIIIIIIII...

 

Playtime

Wastetime.

Things That Begin With The Letter...

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

Vault

A dreadful turnaround.

When one loses ones posessions, ones mind and ones soul, what must one do? 

GO AND FUCKING GET THEM BACK. 

Idiot. 

Grandma and Grandads, It's my favourite place. My dream.

DOLLAR DOLLAR BILL YA'LL

Large Format Fun

Limbo. 

Limbo Bimbo don't know nothing.

Just sat thinking, trying to force something.

Where does the time all go?

Fulfilling nothing, superlatively nothing.

Come and get me, please.

The Mighty Rye

Don't worry, Baby

It's just the end of the world.

A big day!

Taking the COB poster down to be replaced by a photograph of Dan Holdsworths and a photograph of mine.

I love you, Children of Bodom! Oh God, this feels WEIRD. 

Teen nostalgia and adult ambition. 

R.I.P.

Haha, blessa.

Memories in writing.

Bringing it back, way back. 

To when this question was placed within my mind:

What it is you care about and how do you express your subject with photography?

A fairly basic exercise for teachers to decipher which kids will cut it later on, a cynic would think now. My answer was extremely bullshitty due to the fact that I tried, in my first year at Truro College, I tried.

'It seems an unavoidable reflex for the human mind to relate a certain type of visual material to something within themselves, if one stops to ponder upon an image we can assume there's something within the images content that has captivated this viewer and sparked some sort of response which would hopefully lead to wanting to 'understand' this picture, and truly know what it is about. The minds barriers between fiction and non-fiction dissolve and stories are visualized like dreams, fusing reality and imagination- igniting queries into the history or future of space and time. Ultimately, you are trying to distinguish why this particular image has been captured, it's significance in your world, perhaps. I like to provoke, I like to dream'. 

Starting.

And so it begins.

'In normal modern, urban consciousness, with its mechanical rather than elemental, cyclical kind of time, we are prevented from entering into a poetic dialogue with the land'.