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.