Saturday, 2 October 2010

neon crucifix

Finally got my Cobain art project sunglasses.
Also a possibility of going to art school for sixth form, need to get away from this hell hole.
I'm hanging on with thoughts of Harmony Korine and Iggy Pop.

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.
DOSED.

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Summer was so eventful.




My life summed up = attacking llamas, Salvador Dahli in crystal, Kurt Cobain in graphite, and Marnas vintage knitted jumpers. With turkeys on.

Friday, 23 July 2010

Happy Birthday Pierre


Im still charging you.

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Script.

Voice One: (american 60's girl) The king of rock and roll died yesterday. He was found face down on a bathroom floor. There have been numerous reports that presley (?) was a heavy drug user.
Voice Two: (propaa english girl) ghj..d.gtrhubarb..fishface...we cant get gigs in the uk when we couldve played abroad, we couldve fucking done..num num...couldnt we julian? Who needs the fucking uk its a load of fucking shit....Got alot of wax in my hair today...so we were left doing nothing i was just sitting there, we didnt even fucking rehearse, nobody wanted to fucking rehearse or do anything. so like, you know, its a logical conclusion, dyou know what i mean? Boredom, and like, im that way inclined, so what do I turn to?
Voice 3 (american cutesy boy) : No i couldnt take them off...my nose is broken im keeping them on.
Voice 4 (another propaa english bird) And she showed up with Sid, and i was thinking, who the fuck is this cunt? This is a horrible person. It was like the weirdest thing i never felt such a negative energy from someone, it was just a dark, cloud, with this bird. I fucking hated her.
Voice 5 (again propa english) First time i came across nancy i think Steve was shagging her in the toilet, (laughs) I didnt like her.
Voice 4: Nancy was a hooker, that was on the coat tails of the new york dolls, and i actually introduced, and i actually introduced her to sid, and shame on me.
Voice 3: In newyork I was dancing out in the clubs, used to go down and dance infront of cars and get tips off them, when you give abit of a handjob you know for ten bucks or you know, then i wanted to fuck. I was just, you know, *that was it* just, there wasnt really anything to it i just give good blowjobs *laughs* (and ill rip your balls off) I read the first sex pistols review, which was shit and i though like i gotta get over there. I wanted to see something exiting.
Voice 4: Nancy was his heroin dealer stroke girlfriend, and was punping him up with gear any chance she could get.
Voice 3 : He didnt like me because i was a junkie, he tried to keep me and sid apart for months, months, months.
Voice 4: Everyone knows that when a bird pokes her nose into a rock and roll band thats its suicidal. Because thats when he started getting really fucked up and not caring about playing. I didnt want anything to do with her.
Voice 5: We did everything to get rid of nancy that was physically possible. I even dangled her out of a window one night, by her ankles.
Voice 3: one night, but, used to hate me hum hum, listen to new york dolls, hum, johnny and jerry were junkies.
Voice 6:(Girl american) Maa baayaybbeeee yeaahhahhhah *rock music in the back*

Monday, 19 July 2010

I wish I was a boy.

I've had a ridiculously creative few days, what with new found music, films/directors, plenty of magazines, and my constant stalking of people like pelayo and fashion blogs. I'll sum my favourite of each.
Music - probably 'A Cold, Freezin Night' by The Books, but I did buy a punk best of album today so we will have to see.
Director - The truth behind Harmony Korines films are hypnotic.
Magazine - I'm so sick of simple, overrated, expensive fashion magazines. I got Dazed and Confused thinking it was another one, But there is a ridiculous variety, including all new art and books.

Overall a great few days, abit of isolationism and internet connection can expand anyones ambitions.

Probably by cutting your toes off, and working my way up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqlVCKfX3hk

Got it on repeat :)

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Yes?

Bleach my hair?

Sunday, 6 June 2010

He's a bunny.
Apparently self destruction is very romantic.

And I think the reason people still take drugs is because its been drilled into us that aslong as we get out of it before 25, it's fine.

Haha. I'm the happiest and most depressed person I know.

And I think I only cover it up sometimes because people just will get worried if I seem depressed, which I really don't want.

And I want to ask people questions, like where they want to die, and stuff. But I can't.

But I should, because I'm a teenager and I think I could get away with being disgustingly insane.

So yeah.

I guess I just wish I had the guts to be myself.