El Joyero- XOZ

Lovely Day For A Tan

My oh my, what have we got here?

Some photos from a recent photography project.

A David Attenborough docco graced my tv screen today as did the vicious and vile images of meat eaters and their hunting ways.

The thing that stuck in my mind the most is the way wild dogs bare their teeth, into an overwhelming smile when chasing their prey, even tho it may be due to the forcefull winds its scarring none the less.

"Shoot him, Shoot the dead!"

"Whats left of me is not scared of lead"

Groovin.

Hit me where it hurt, the heart the heart.

Yesterday I went to Bendigo for the Groovin The Moo festival and boy did I groove that moo. Van Shee Ratatat and De La Soul were the stand out each beat they beat reverbarated in my heart-atatatata

Feast your eyes on the few photos I managed to take...

IT is growing on me.

Im ever-so-slightly addicted to the young ones.

"I WOULDNT EVEN DISCUSS THE COLOUR OF ORANGE JUICE WITH YOU NEIL!"

Recently, after a particular politcs SAC I did not go to readings and get engrossed in a book. Infact i walked about my neighbourhood and took some snappy haps. HAPPY SNAPS*

i ran

My bed for the last two nights.

A. Tennyson

ALL THINGS MUST DIE
A. Tennyson

Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Full merrily;
Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Spring will come never more.
O, vanity!
Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call’d–we must go.
Laid low, very low,

In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth

Had a birth,
As all men know,Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro’ eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.

Finally i found my favourite poem. Walking in and out of shops with a newly found friend i was reminded of this poem, looking back at it now i can definatly say that it means so much more than it ever has.
Lately ive come to many realizations regarding life death destiny fate and the people in my life...

To my Beatroot, your the sweetest, since my move your the closest ive stayed to anyone.
To Mr Bean, your keeping me sane.
To My Italian Stalion, i miss you and admire your strength.
To Haybail, your going to go far kidd.
To Ye Old Colledge Girls, times were good, but this change is the best.
To My Fellow Swines, bring on these next two years.

The Smiths

At the moment I feel like this ball of string, I'm going round in circles and I cant see an end to any of it. I'm basically feeling like a spasticated rainbow of emotions.

I said goodbye once, twice, three times but the vampire bat keeps on drawing blood.

cafe

On monday a close friend who sports an english accent and i went to Smith St for a loverly brunch. On our way back home we came across a cafe that doubles as a secondhand furniture shop.

The shops name? I dont not know. His name? I do not know, But he is Italian and has a wicked sense of humour.

kolour kinda.

you know just another photo, taken during just another day in the city, up another stairwell.

tie dyed that night

I Tied and Dyed three days ago.

With the legendary Scar and Mikki I coloured the world blue.

i had a good friday.

life is swell. so well. swell.

last night was a bit confused.

IRENE WAREHOUSE is a really strange venue, with more smoke than oxygen, it's carpet was covered with ash. I missed the band Iwent for but when I did manage to wander over to the band-room it was as if I was drowning in an indie grunge thick shake.
pictures may come soon, possibly.

my addiction

I dont smoke

nor drink

party eccseivly

read

watch t.v

aimlessly facebook or myspace

although i do have an addiction obsession issue ah. call it what you want

I love milk

the beverage and the song and infact both at the same time result in my cheeks cramping from smiling a little to much.

KOL were amazing *past tense past tense past tense*

odd.

This is what i wrote to myself last night on a sheet of paper under my pillow

Having a moment where its all black but it seems as though the dark is getting longer much like the stairwell in Alfred Hitchcock's 'Vertigo.
I also have heartburn.

hmmm ok.

I miss the concrete

so. i dont really know what i should be saying or what i need to be saying in order to feel like you. but yesterday i spoke to one of the vampire bats in my life, he uses his hands alot and sways from side to side as i speak.

I cut my hair, its short now and literally i feel lighter i cleaned out my wardrobe and cut my t-shirt collection in half and bought a ring with a rabbit on it that could eaisly be classified as a weapon.

I fell in love with this guy. Velco Dojcinovski [photographer].

I constantly stress about calling this person but remind my self it has to be done before, well just before.

Truth is i miss the concrete.

Tee anyone?

please sir my daughters gone missing. have you spied her?

she wore spotty tights and her top kept on changing...

a city silhouette

the following day was a sunny one
the day after that it rained.
the day before this one a storm caused havock
and at the moment i feel drained.

photo: By me, A City Silhouette

side stage with bayside

I lost my voice
I bruised my arm and leg
But in the end i met Bayside
wonderful.

Dist-Urban [reel of film 3]

woohoo

chilli edward (gay, queer, poof ect)
pompom truganini
Woody Lord
Pixie Denmark

just some mid international politics bordem-xx

Poem Please

She's a bloodhound

Broke me down
A diamond ring

Cut's threw anything

She was wrong

She denied

My rights

I cried.

Do you Mind?

Sometimes in my mind

day turns to night

and I lose my way

the sun blows up

stars apear

shadows are lost

sound is silent

some people sleep

but im usually awake

In my mind

Weird thing occur

But I keep them to myself

In a hidden corner

on a dusty shelf.

Broom Baby Broom

…George was behind the wheel of his old man’s car. She sat next to him legs crossed up on the seat, head out the window, hair flying and laughing leaving behind them the sound of singing birds. He turned up the radio, one hand on the wheel and the other gently pulling his love back into the car for a kiss…

freeedom FREEDOM

I broke out of jail and into a free world of expresion and colour.

The corridors are filled with extravagant hair-dos, doc martins op-shop finds and a million trillion gazillion open, thinking , alt minds...

You say Heaven? I say my new school.

Little Night In 09

wow.
its been fairly long since I blogged so ima gonna fill you in...

Big Day Out was truley radi-cool.

wish upon

I believe in magic, I really do.

In the past three days my wishes have been granted. I found a pair of high wasted denim shorts for 5 shmokin' bucks and a black pair of Doctor M's for ta-wenty dollars.

Has proven to be a fantastical week and to top it off im going to stay at a farm on the coast, sand, surf, cows and horses babayyyy.

habitats [reel of film 2]