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..a while since did the whole update....its been a busy few weeks filled with adventure and fun....
...we finally finished our short film like 20mins before the deadline, we were three utterly twisted, sleep deprived motherfuckers; filled to the brim with coconut-infused chocolate and berry smoothie laden with echinacaea and whatnot and an assortment of other munchie.editing suite type food....
....our massive crew of erm, three, heh....
ME in Some control room.....i would constantly lose my way on my midnight wanders....
...Photoshopping in between the rendering sessions
...it was quite surreal working through the night, watching the sunrise over the cityscape.upon finishing we resisted the temptation to descend into a warm floaty deep slumber and instead opted to get ridicously drunk playing Crazy 8's and rolled a big fattie of White Rhino, smoked it in Chris vacant cupboard and rolled around laughing launatics, it felt so good to chill, then indulged in a decadent munch-out and finally descended into the quicksands of the etheric realms........glorious whacked-out dreams painted before my eyes.......
ROADTRIP TO WELLINGTON
....after returning home to get some much needed rest, i was off to Wellington with a car-load of friends, an ounce of pot, a 40gig ipod and miles of road ahead....it was a beautiful sun-kissed day, so the scenery was coming to life as we cut through the snaking roads.......(during the whole time....when your mind wanders the way it does on the desolate roads....i couldn't help but be overwhelmed with just how much road exists, its fucking insane........if only some kind of time-lapse footage existed, that would be trippy.........hmmmm......),
...anyway, we made it to Wellington, was like peeling adhesive when getting out the seat... body all twisted and numb, in dire need of a cold beer and a bevy of dark haired beauties untwisting my body with their waxen fingers...(the first desire was easily obtained, heh).....
...we had a flat warming the first night, which sadly was kinda lame, in terms of the music being very soft and people talking about boring mundane stuff.......sometimes i think im way to detached yet i feel it more criminal to talk shit when really i dont give a fuck, i seem to just drown people out and try and find the ones who want to talk about music and film and art and philosophy, just cool stuff, whacked out stuff....not about how much work bites ass or their various dilemmas..........yes, so me spent much time in the 'sun-room' that night, smoking a big bong with some foreigners from next door who were really cool.....then floated, well now thats wrong, walked down huge amounts of stairs to the brimming nightlife of the city......
...These stairs made my legs burn everyday....im on my way to becoming an Ironman...
.....eventually we had to move on from our original place of residence, apparently being too much to 'ope' with, whatever the fuck that means, it really was quite humourous, constantly being told to turn our already painfully quiet music down to a barely audible level and a plethora of other events that made me realise that all but one of these friends that used to be up for the unknown; wild nights and days of adventure have all grown-up and are quite firmly locked in an existence of the mundane.........it saddened me in a way, yet reminded me that i never want to be like that,your such an inspiration for the ways i will never ever choose to be.... i love to have fun way to much, the music thumping, dance my skrawny ass off.........one girl must have the most sensitive ears in the whole fucking galaxy i swear....i had my headphones on one night and had obviously drifting into a beautiful slumber; the album i was listening to infusing my dreams.....only to wake to her telling me somehow the sound that was firmly cupped around my ears had somehow managed to filter into her bedroom with a closed door like some cartoon-like sheet of fog sneaking in through the crack at the bottom and woken her up..............i couldnt believe it, and i constantly wish my player would be louder, hmmm....maybe too many concerts for me, heh.......still thats whacked.....
....so we met a lovely girl Liz, who was the exact opposite and invited us to stay at her pad for the remainder of our adventure......just serves to remind you of the beauty of some people....
........her place was filled with loud music, she is a big punk/alt/metal fan so it was ear-bleeding times; a ludicrously addictive X-box game whereby the player could launch himself into other stratospheres on a motorcycle;lots of drinking games and riotious fun in general and as opposed to the others, so showed us the nightlife of the city, where the decadent feta and spinach pinwheel scones resided and where to see some all-out rock shows....
THE sUiCIdE gIrLS CIRCLE OF DEATH
...so yes Wellington was a bundle of fun; i ate way too much food...fucking taurean...i was a slave to the kebab shops and the Indian restaurants; drunk a whole load of red wine, smoked fields of grass (and some hash thanks to a generous traveller from America), had coffee at this blood- red hued cafe with really cool lighting with Mjollnir; dreamt of all the records i desired at the music stores; visited friends; talked music and film; sat on rooftops sharing Mary; made up stories about passers by; people on the cable car; photography, smiles, laughter....good times.......
....the car-ride back was quite long; but made it back in one piece, had some mean shut-eye and up for another week of adventure, yet my bank account is in dire need of some replenishment.........hmmm
peace out
..a while since did the whole update....its been a busy few weeks filled with adventure and fun....
...we finally finished our short film like 20mins before the deadline, we were three utterly twisted, sleep deprived motherfuckers; filled to the brim with coconut-infused chocolate and berry smoothie laden with echinacaea and whatnot and an assortment of other munchie.editing suite type food....
....our massive crew of erm, three, heh....
ME in Some control room.....i would constantly lose my way on my midnight wanders....
...Photoshopping in between the rendering sessions
...it was quite surreal working through the night, watching the sunrise over the cityscape.upon finishing we resisted the temptation to descend into a warm floaty deep slumber and instead opted to get ridicously drunk playing Crazy 8's and rolled a big fattie of White Rhino, smoked it in Chris vacant cupboard and rolled around laughing launatics, it felt so good to chill, then indulged in a decadent munch-out and finally descended into the quicksands of the etheric realms........glorious whacked-out dreams painted before my eyes.......
ROADTRIP TO WELLINGTON
....after returning home to get some much needed rest, i was off to Wellington with a car-load of friends, an ounce of pot, a 40gig ipod and miles of road ahead....it was a beautiful sun-kissed day, so the scenery was coming to life as we cut through the snaking roads.......(during the whole time....when your mind wanders the way it does on the desolate roads....i couldn't help but be overwhelmed with just how much road exists, its fucking insane........if only some kind of time-lapse footage existed, that would be trippy.........hmmmm......),
...anyway, we made it to Wellington, was like peeling adhesive when getting out the seat... body all twisted and numb, in dire need of a cold beer and a bevy of dark haired beauties untwisting my body with their waxen fingers...(the first desire was easily obtained, heh).....
...we had a flat warming the first night, which sadly was kinda lame, in terms of the music being very soft and people talking about boring mundane stuff.......sometimes i think im way to detached yet i feel it more criminal to talk shit when really i dont give a fuck, i seem to just drown people out and try and find the ones who want to talk about music and film and art and philosophy, just cool stuff, whacked out stuff....not about how much work bites ass or their various dilemmas..........yes, so me spent much time in the 'sun-room' that night, smoking a big bong with some foreigners from next door who were really cool.....then floated, well now thats wrong, walked down huge amounts of stairs to the brimming nightlife of the city......
...These stairs made my legs burn everyday....im on my way to becoming an Ironman...
.....eventually we had to move on from our original place of residence, apparently being too much to 'ope' with, whatever the fuck that means, it really was quite humourous, constantly being told to turn our already painfully quiet music down to a barely audible level and a plethora of other events that made me realise that all but one of these friends that used to be up for the unknown; wild nights and days of adventure have all grown-up and are quite firmly locked in an existence of the mundane.........it saddened me in a way, yet reminded me that i never want to be like that,your such an inspiration for the ways i will never ever choose to be.... i love to have fun way to much, the music thumping, dance my skrawny ass off.........one girl must have the most sensitive ears in the whole fucking galaxy i swear....i had my headphones on one night and had obviously drifting into a beautiful slumber; the album i was listening to infusing my dreams.....only to wake to her telling me somehow the sound that was firmly cupped around my ears had somehow managed to filter into her bedroom with a closed door like some cartoon-like sheet of fog sneaking in through the crack at the bottom and woken her up..............i couldnt believe it, and i constantly wish my player would be louder, hmmm....maybe too many concerts for me, heh.......still thats whacked.....
....so we met a lovely girl Liz, who was the exact opposite and invited us to stay at her pad for the remainder of our adventure......just serves to remind you of the beauty of some people....
........her place was filled with loud music, she is a big punk/alt/metal fan so it was ear-bleeding times; a ludicrously addictive X-box game whereby the player could launch himself into other stratospheres on a motorcycle;lots of drinking games and riotious fun in general and as opposed to the others, so showed us the nightlife of the city, where the decadent feta and spinach pinwheel scones resided and where to see some all-out rock shows....
THE sUiCIdE gIrLS CIRCLE OF DEATH
...so yes Wellington was a bundle of fun; i ate way too much food...fucking taurean...i was a slave to the kebab shops and the Indian restaurants; drunk a whole load of red wine, smoked fields of grass (and some hash thanks to a generous traveller from America), had coffee at this blood- red hued cafe with really cool lighting with Mjollnir; dreamt of all the records i desired at the music stores; visited friends; talked music and film; sat on rooftops sharing Mary; made up stories about passers by; people on the cable car; photography, smiles, laughter....good times.......
....the car-ride back was quite long; but made it back in one piece, had some mean shut-eye and up for another week of adventure, yet my bank account is in dire need of some replenishment.........hmmm
peace out
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