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well it has been one hell of a rip-snorter of a long weekend, reeking of decadence and excess and barrels of fun times.ill try an attempt to add all the fragments of our twisted weekend journey into a comprehensible and decipherable form along with lots of visual aids

it all started with this crazy man arriving from the big smoke in his sleek black panther of a car.his name is Chris, but more known to his partners in crime as: the TATABEAST



so he descended into my part of town with his car laden full with a random assortment of oddities and some incredible filmic equipment.hiding under the rolls of caution tape and the slab of meat that squeaks to entertain canines was a beast of a digital video camera and his kickass projector so we had the means to turn my walls into cinematic viewing delight..and project Aria Giovannis ethereal halo onto the neighbours roofheh.

.without hesitation we ripped into a vast assortment of delectable foreign beers, certainly a passion of mine when the greenery allows for it..a particularly delicious brew brimming with sexual fruity flavours and a nice kick to complement was aptly named Forbidden Fruitit was a delight to drink.

the sun was shining with unrelenting force, bathing us in hot embers of light, numbing the body into a state of enjoyable paralysis and setting the mind alighttalks of film projects, the notion of individuality being thwarted by capitalist structures; attempting to describe the feelings that amazing music has on ustaking photos, playing with my heat-stricken jet black cat whose muscle tissue seemed to have withered away, either that or he had one hell of a bender of the catnip.

.James and Emma arrived all primed and ticking for a showdown on the tennis court just up the road, but first more beers and James trademark three-skin spliffs that really propel one into stoned bliss with powerful force

the game took place, and what a game, we had an extra body in the form of my friend Gareth so it was three versus two, big hits, layers of sweat, burning calf muscles from such an outpouring of exercise sending the body into a chaotic state of disbelief..

......after washing away the glistening beads of sweat under cold jets of water, we were all ready to hit the bar where the first party of the weekend residedbut more beers and red wine first of course, and a river walk just as the sky is in that weird twilightish type state where its neither day or night

we really hit the bar with reckless abandon and a warm embracing of the fact that a bar-tab existed and the host was encouraging us to take full advantage of this wonderful gesture







so after a whirlwind of top-shelf spirits mixed with fountains of fresh juices and a few tequila slammers too many we were a highway of pulsating veins, fused minds, energised beyond belief, transformed into beasts of the night, which eventually culminated in me sprawling across a grassy verge near the museum spinning like an out of control carousel.but its all in the nature of funheh





.....the NEXT DAY

this decadant fun was cranked up a few notches on the Sunday night, with Gareths 24th birthday bash, with the dress up code that of Punks or Yuppies,
I opted for the Punk route, donning a choker chain, my Distillers t-shirt and some messed up jeans cut into shorts, it was so hot that my original plan of cut up jeans would have ended in buckets of sweat since it was an all day partying affair.

much drinking ensued, ice cold beers, fruity joints, disco lights, music, one huge motherfucker of a BBQ!, lying in the sun, charming a milf, debating the worthiness of the various James Bonds over the years...



















.THINGS GET VERY




then Chris had a marvel ideahe happened to have two neat little squares of lucy and her beautiful potions in his possessionand without further ado and plan was set that we drop the tab, then tool along the road back to my place and get equipped with camera gear and go catch a sunrise at the themed Gardens.

all was going well, the potion was infusing itself into my saliva, anticipation was high, creativity abounding, recklessness ensured.heh; that is; until Chris cracked a funny joke resulting in me kinda hunching my jaw in an erratic jerky fashion and the tab flaking to the dense grass below, nowhere in sight at all!!!...so there we were frantically searching the grass for the shiny red tab of goodies.onlookers looked bemused, we claimed to be searching for a lost contact lens, it must have resembled a scene from Honey I shrunk the Kidseventually we came clean and admitted their was little Lucy somewhere in the blades of green, and people laughed and were very eager to help.it was futile though, it seemed lost forever, luckily all the power would have been surped into my body all ready.now just the wait, so we said our farewells and walked into the vacant vaccum of darkness that the night had blessed us with, like stepping through to another realm, my fire-apple red car gleaming in the moonlight.two crazy trippers about to embark into the night and beyond.

.we got lost for a little while being in a foreign town, although I think it was more due to the fact that Waiting for the sun by the Beatles was playing and it was so beautiful that we were happy to float wherever, although when we came to a dead-end in an industrial kinda area with debris everywhere, it wasnt so funny, as the Texas Chainsaw Massacre seemed to spring into our minds simultaneously.hehe, we thought we better get the fuck outta dodge before the acid kicks in fully..

next stop, a Catholic church, the whiteness of the church in contrast to the moonlight was really setting my mind alight on many different tangents, we danced around to music beaming from the iPod in the car, feverish laughter, admiring the architecture of the church and of course taking some wild documentation of our antics.



back on the road, windows rolled, a PJ Harvey concert taking place inside, screaming, sweating, sticking against the wheel, the road gradually becoming more snake-like at every bend; like riding on a giant serpents back, the sky ripping open beside us, total desolation, not another soul in sight, the world seemed to be ours, a huge fountain in which to bathe in, tangents spiralling out of control..the only cars we saw on our short journey was a fleet of heavy trucks one after another, it was quite out-of-it with the music cranking, I swear I could heat the beat of the those drums at the start of Terminator 2: Judgement Day!!!...the presence of these wheel laden beasts was quite thunderous.

back at my house, my room coming alive, seeming to mimic breathing patterns, posters a portal into another realm, the carpet a sea of frumpy blue delight with the marvellous patterns of blueberries, descending into floor, swimming in a beautiful sea of colour, looking at mark Ryden works, getting totally immersed in paitings, reading my SG book, watching all the trippy tattoos come to life..soothing our throats with more Forbidden Fruit, lying on the grass looking up, joints, blankets of sky that seem to stretch for miles, laughter and lunacy.marvelling at this creation



.the sun was soon to riseand somehow we managed to gather all our equipment and cut tracks to the beautiful oasis that awaited us at the Gardens.

the sky was breath-taking, a pure hue of aqua blue with light whispy clouds brushed onto this opulent canvas, the smell of the trees and flowers invading our sensory perception, ears alive to the sound of the morning, the parade of creatures dancing amongst the flowers, Beautiful Feeling by PJ blearing out of the car.total serenity, embraced by life.golden mountains in the Garden, cute little bunnies emerging from the foliage, it was all very magical indeed



The PD150 captured the splendid sun rise, the sky a smattering a intertwining colours, bleeding into each other to create a painting of such wonder that at times it was all too much..we walked a little further, each with our own headphones, down twisting paths, leafy trails and magnificent themed gardens, we certainly felt the contemplation evident in the Japanese Garden, all the time the moon was still visible in the sky.what a way to begin a new day, I felt reborn, alive, no sweat, Im clean, nothing can touch me all accompanied to that fevered overwhelmingly electric guitar riff.



our next stop was at James house as we had somehow misplaced our bag of yummy buddy delight, he was quite delighted to see us so early being that the day was so beautiful, we drank iced water, enjoy the fragrant aroma of maryjane flowing through our bodies, the weightlessness and the conversation about the world and art and all those other concepts psychedelics induceheh

having not had any shut-eye since 7am the previous day, we needed to replenish; fresh blueberries and oddly stiff Nectarines were the order of the day, along with much relaxing with mattress fingers caressing our bodies.

Bless the Internet and its amazing talents. We were able to order a decadent meal of Indian with the single entry of a pin-number via the web.that was such a nice end, such kick and flavour, I adore it.mmmmmmmm

we set-up Chriss projector and watched 8 , which was quite the heavy choice of movie, but looked incredible projected on the wall..i then took full advantage of the size of the projection, made a make-shift bed on the floor and watched an array of live PJ Harvey concerts, it was spectacular.i so desire I projector now.my TV just looks miniscule in comparison!





so a beautiful end to a very eventful and fun-filled weekend somewhere way beyond the normal bounds of reality.and the sleep at the end was one of pure pleasure with dreams running rampant of colourful throughout my slumber.awoke the next day real early to light up, paint, plan our next project and wish Chris a fond farewell as he headed back to the Big Apple of NZ.

i feel so inspired right now...its great

peace and karma everyone