i feel dreadful today...burning up right now...

so i was reorganising some of the folders on my compoocher and i came across a few funny images and not so funny images i have collected from the internet over the years, i wanna share a few with you.

Gifs are not working, damn you blogger.
































AW NO WAY, that last photo has completely ruined the buzz... well that's life, get used to it.

Goo

I'm sick of seeing that moustache every time i go to moshspace.

my spirits are lifting

one of those protestant conversations started again today...its strange that we can joke over the arson of killeen castle by the ira in the 80's...anyone who knows the slightest about landed anglo-irish families will love this story.

protestants are like born with this information.

You say you dont know??
When the ira did their bombings and arson attacks and lynching and shit in the 70's and 80's they decide to destroy everything english in this country, nelsons pillar, Lord Mountbatten, all that shite.

someone had the bright idea of burning down peers ancestral houses, so the plunketts house was targeted.

...ONLY theres two sides of the plunkett family, the protestant and the catholic. The proddys are the lords of dunsany in dunsany castle and the catties are the earls of fingall in killeen castle, they were the same family a few hundred years ago.

But anyway the chaps who decided to burn down the plunketts house got confused...they burned down the WRONG castle. they got the catties castle.
BOY is their face red.

The fingall line is extinct now, lady fingall is buried in the village graveyard.
Used to play in dunsany castle when i was a kid, parents were friends, lady dunsany was the sweetest.

ahhhh love these stories.
TOMORROW: LORD SNOWDON'S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE EARLS OF ROSSE

the memory is still haunting me...

that was one of the worst things that ever happened to me, the shock...I've never been more shocked in my life...i feel so insignificant...i really hope that's a common experience for other people...
...
but no that doesn't matter anymore...i can still picture it...the other horrificness...the thing that wasn't to do with me...the face...oh god the face...i don't think I'll ever forget that...i never want to see that again...the horror...nightmares for weeks.

NEVER AGAIN!

...or maybe just with someone else.

never again

I think tegan's better looking

Despite feeling absolutely exhausted and being surrounded by hundreds of very confused teens, last night was really good, listening to so jealous right now, millions of punchy choruses....fuckin love alligator.

I think i'm going to see a harpist play tomory, everybody loves harps.

need booze.
laters

Libateees!

I will be living somewhere around Thomas street in a few months, i am oh so excited, the liberties is one of my fave places in town and i will be living there, fucking ace!

Just browsing places on daft and i already found a few places around the coombe,thomas,james st. area. I plan on dating a ncad student to fit in properly...get my handle bar moustache going again, wear more band merch, merch from bands i dont even know, fuck my knee up royally again so i'll have to use my cane again, start a crustcore band called "Timothy Gulsvick", thats right xcianx, lets do it!

ahh, the life of a starving artist.

Several things I've learned today

ONE: Expect the unexpected (like a mirror falling down on you, KRASH!)

TWO: Expect the expected (nobody ever expects the expected, too much focus on the unexpected, trust me this one is very important and should be followed for any situation.

THREE: Shave.

FOUR: Plumbers are fat and ugly...electricians are slender and toned....deliciously toned.

FIVE: If nauseous run away from expensive things.

Here ends the five laws of thy god.

love this girl...

http://www.youtube.com/user/meekakitty

I getz monee...

This is seriously irritating me.

meat is murder

just shot that squirrel...right in the tail.
relax it was just a BB. scared him good.

that's my achievement of the day.
Tomorrow I kill a slug!

Pardon?

I'm thinking so clearly now...I think I'm ready to go home.

Alcohol fueled car

Time appears to be going backwards and I feel like im going to throw up a kidney.

keep sketching

watercolour sketches just seemed to come out of nowhere, i dont even remember doing them, like those amazing stories you hear from strangers on trains"...bridget never thought she'd lose her hair, oh that poor girl..." spread the pages wide open and they jump out of there wriggling, convulsing in your minds eye and you're shitting you're pants wondering where does this come from or when will it all stop, but it never really does and you keep going on, this is where you belong.

trapped in a creche...its so wrong...but oh so right

this is one of those days...distaste for everything...david choe special in juxtapoz... im gonna do these stupid commercial paintings that i have to do...im kinda sick of it...i dont wanna be remembered for making money...boc forever...and my fone is constantly ringing...and my brother is making onion rings...and theres something terribly wrong with my bowels.

lets all sing and dance and hitch hike to galway where we can walk along a beach and bury our feet in the sand and wait for the whiskey to kick in....lets buy a hobo dinner...and listen to his stories...and pray for such a lucky life...and we'll never be remembered...and people wont be able to understand.

...

This is an ice cream parlor

if delusions, horrific side effects, poor sleep patterns, patterns in everything and a loss of self is the price i pay for a feeling like im rampaging through the world, stealing and raping everything...i pay it gladly.

Time pulls a face when i'm next to you...

Whats with all this spam I'm getting...here, i had something to rant about and now I cant remember what it was, shit.

never mind, false alarm...

That mexican dog story sickens me, YES, EVEN ME!

That's right I have a display pic of myself...hard at work.

Of course I simply cannot show my face, its one of those phantom of the opera type things, a piano fell on me or something, what did happen to that guy? i never watched it, how can you get disfigured on a stage? maybe the light was too strong and the guy was an albino. SPLODE!

I am loving this motivation I have these last few days, 50 sit ups, mow the lawn, help my bruvva make a compost heap, dig a big hole for some reason, work non stop into the evening on the exhibition painting, blog, whats next? watch a film? maybe... maybe drink tea until i can see through time.

Tomorrow will be the same and I will actually sleep.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My 100th Post...

I'm gonna be rebellious and say I support the brutal Zionist campaign of oppression and terror.