Xmas is a horrifically boring time

I believe i uploaded at least one of these ages ago but all those pics were deleted when i changed my user account, so here are the culture night paintings again, beautifully rendered.

Paintings from the last exhibition are still in lala's house but i'll get them back soon and there will be photos.

laters

Being professional

I promise there will be no more rants on this blog and it will be (almost) wholly devoted to art. I now have a proper email address for you to send spam and insults.

The exhibition 'closing party' is going down on Sunday at 6pm, i hope you'll all be there.

DISASTER!!

crashing fancy galleries never gets old...good merlot, awkward exits, expensive paintings, Rothko on pills. To Exchange!

a new era...

so i finally have the internet in my new place after a raucous night of binge drinking, writing nonsense on walls and 3 girls trying on my underwear.

now all i need is a camera and we're set.

i never uploaded the paintings i did for culture night, some day soon.

The beers in my fridge need a gullet to pass through so excuse me while i reaffirm my faith in alcohol.

things are going to get way better than they are and things are already great. Hello World.

God dammit!

Here, how many times does owen wilson say 'god dammit!' in behind enemy lines?
I actually lost count.

memory lane

seeing old photos of both of us makes me feel, i dunno, its kind of like mourning, the scenes were always perfect, really fucking flawless. If i somehow had the ability to give up this life and relive those times again, I'd take it.

what happened?

Remember the wards...

I sort of feel like I'm unraveling, like I'm being pushed through a tunnel that's getting smaller the further I travel and I'm getting smaller with it and parts of me are lost along the way. At some point we both get so small that we are indistinguishable from each other and then all i know is the tunnel and everything outside the tunnel is beyond a horizon, it becomes elusive and incomprehensible, something that from my perspective is so far away it might as well not exist.

and it's a feeling of deja vu, i remember the vibes but i don't remember the time.

I'm sure this will all blow over.

and once again I'm poor...

My first week of college was very very satisfying. I'm trying to compare it with the last time i was in college, that first week. Although i did enjoy the first week in DIT i was awfully self conscious and timid, i made friends and that made it easier but i didn't think much of myself back then and it held me back, i was only 17. Some time ago i would have viewed the last 5 years to be a complete waste of time but i think now i would regard it as a learning experience; a lot of shit happened, some good, some bad, but in the end i made it through and i am so much more mature than i was then.
Academically the first week in DIT was fine, it was average, i didn't hate it nor thoroughly enjoy it. In many ways i was disappointed by it.
However this week was damn good, watching Hitchcock and reading Beowulf was somewhat unexpected, a pleasant surprise. Tutors are positively delicious and my classmates are bang on.

Next Friday is culture night in town and I'm doing some stuff with Inkling in Exchange, so please come out and show your support for....culture.
New painting done today that scares the shit outta me, it will be included in Inkling's new zine due out on culture night, pick up a copy and buy a painting, I NEED MONEY! PAUL NEWMANS GONNA HAVE ME LEGS BROKE!

In other news don't doubt I love every one of you.
Love
me

the bitches were in rare form tonight...

First day of college is over, we really didn't do anything interesting, we made a spider diagram of things to do with theatre......fucking american dictionary, it's spelled correctly ...oh oh american deserves a capital A....yeah, probably.

I shouldn't judge the course on the first day, next week there will be real criticism and maybe some pretty pictures.

Arcade Fire and Rick James know how to cheer me up.
You are all cocks.

Love,
ME

"Laurence takes off his glasses then wonders why he needed them in the first place"


The first piece of a series titled "The Laurence Anthology" soon to include fan favourites such as "The World According to Laurence" and "Laurence wakes up shocked to find out he has turned into a black man".

Those of you familiar with my work know i like to use big canvases, however this one is only A2 size. ENJOY!

She's so hot

I am very susceptible to subliminal messaging. You know that flight of the conchords "shes so hot" song? They just kept saying shes so hot all the time i came to believe shes that hot, but shes alright, well hot.

I'm no use at designing logos

I'm very tired now, tomorrow will be fun, I'm in constant need of red bull.
My bruvva took pictures of stuff I've done recently that hasn't been sold.



Also I'm trying to complete this portrait of my dad but its just bleghhhhh, he has that Mona Lisa smile which is just impossible.

There will be photos soon.

goodnight.

future by design

I went to see Jacques Fresco yesternight. Hes definitely the wittiest 94 year old I have ever met and hes banging a woman half his age, HERO!
I think I could listen to him for days on end. He told us a story of when he joined the ku klux klan....he dissolved the Florida chapter in a month.

The place was infested with zeitgeist conspiracy nuts so the standard of questions was poor, rather disappointed about that. Markey was there but I didn't see him, methinks he was glued to the bar.

Too much booing and shouts, where was etiquette?

To those who have no idea what I'm talking about please Google him.

a shower of bastards

I tried to write but all that came out was "Kellogg's corn flakes is made from 100% home grown corn, mmm corn!" over and over again, a page and a half of it...

but for some reason i'm quite proud of it, perhaps because i dissociated myself from reality for so long, it's on my bedroom wall now between a photo of my life partner and a photo of the crab nebula which is just awesome, have you ever seen the crab nebula, its nice, its like your perception of a pool of your own vomit if you're tripping balls...i miss health.

...pray for me.

I'm learning spanish...

Curious things...not enough lithium perhaps.

Ever have a dog who's getting old? he doesn't run anymore, he whines in pain, he rests... for far too long. You're sad, you don't want him to go just yet. Have that feeling. I don't have a dog. I hope we have a long time yet, I'm still young, I need guidance, I hope he doesn't suffer. Need to finish this painting.

Felt like I'm wading shoulder deep in icy water.

Forever...

It's been ages since i posted, busy busy.

My exhibition came and went and I consider it to be a success. On Monday at about 4pm the family and I got to Molesworth Street. Hardly anyone there at that time but it was buzzing a half later, lots of old people, lots of still life, lots of landscapes, lots of wine.

The gang showed up soon after that and the Lord Mayor said a few words which i cant remember or didn't listen to to begin with, methinks i was drinking on an empty stomach. There was actually a lot of interest in my work, it really stood out. But anyways I was starving so I left a couple of hours in, so very hungry.

Yesterday I got super news, I had sold a painting, YAYS! I am now slightly wealthier and a lot more confident. Truth is I would have been happy with no sales, I was ecstatic with the amount of interest in my work amid so many other entries.

Gonna start on something else tomorrow, something way more serious than a goldfish.
Have that kids book to toy with for the collective. I'm looking forward to do that, a bit of scary charcoal and chalk sketches and luminescent ink, FUN!

Just back from town, helping my darling Lou with the zine fair, lots of redheads around, strange. The zine fair was fun, fucking love Lou's work. Talked to a few other artists/writers, lovely people, that shit about NCAD students being wanks is complete drivel, every NCAD student I have met is bang on.
Got free shit which i will fuck with my eyes tonight, curtains closed.

It's been a good week, lots of shit done, bbq yesterday with the lads, dirty stories and oestrogen spiked beer, THANK YOU GROOVESHARK YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME DANCE!

I'll be in touch.



I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash

I'm never gambling again.

Hate that cat, hate it, hate it, NEW CAT! Good idea! Great idea!
I'm in the study surrounded by useless crap, i used to worship this crap, now its all just scribbles on paper, a million metres of primed canvas, thousands of ruined paintbrushes, spent close to ein hundert zwanzig euro on staples, varnish, glue, wood, clamps and screws, how? HOW THE FUCK!!?

I rarely get heartburn, in fact i only got it today after at least 3 years, i frequently wonder whether it actually is heartburn; its a very precise dull pain right between my ribs. When i was younger i used to jam my thumb or the blunt end of a biro into the gap between my ribs and it would alleviate the pain, is that what heartburn is like? i dunno? maybe i have a bad heart along with everything else.

I have to hurry up with the exhibition stuff. No going out this week, stay in my room, shut myself away, only coming out for smokes. Its 8 days away, then MEGA boozing and when i say MEGA boozing i mean 4 bottles of corona (MAX) spread out over 5 hours lest i go comatose.

I never realised there are loads of boxes in this room, whats in em? HAHAHAH!! NO WAY! it's all the books i thought i lost!!! HAHAHAHAH! SHIT!! FUCKING CLASS!!!
LOTR trilogy, all my books on Egyptology, Shakespeare, Lord of the flies, le morte d'arthur.....and that's just half of one box.
...You won't see me for weeks!

bye bye darlings.

It's true

nice

burn

here be dragons...

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.

Thumbs up...

Yesterday i had more fun in 4 hours than I've had in a long time, alcohol worked for me this time, I was an extrovert for those few hours.

Gentle giants.


I dont know who this guy is...i think he was from turkey or something.


Everyone hates this guy.


Looks like such a complete stoner.


Unemployed


Aoife is now my favourite new person.


This guy just dives in front of every camera, what a freak.


This chap is wanted for crimes against humanity in the former Yugoslav republics.



€100 sounds like a good price for my paintings at the exhibition. Maybe more...don't tell anyone I'm making the frames myself.

LOVE!

Tennis

I saw sex and the city 2 today...jaysus.

Luckily Anne Marie was there so i can say she wanted to see it...although really i did want to see it...mostly for Kim Cattrall.

regards
- Le Freak

p.s. I forgot to buy sunglasses AGAIN!

Avalon

I'm a terrible photographer, every photo has my finger on the lens.



We walked up there, our feet were destroyed.


NERDS.




I wish we went to the island, next time.

Theres just not enough time in the day.

Today was one of those rare days when i just hang out, nothing really happened which is great, just had a few beers with podge and burnell.
I cant work on such a gorgeous day, its wrong, the day deserves to have you enjoy it, i feel like im letting nature down if i stay inside all day working. Thats stupid isnt it.

So yeah, i need more time to work. The whole stay up at night thing doesnt work for me, you all know about that, its awful. Maybe i just have to be more efficient. Tomorrow im finishing that painting regardless of time, if i have to skip lunch so be it.

Its nice when people call me mandy, a name i got like 10 years ago, i like nicknames even if mine is a bit effeminate. Only a handful of people call me it though, i love them dearly for it.

Also its just delicious when someone sends you a txt saying 'i miss you'...much better than the 'lets get naked' txt.

Photos from howth tomory...or in a few hours...it is tomory.
Laters

?

What was I on about with that last blog?

This blog is not what i had planned it to be...

I had a huge title planned for this blog but it didn't fit so i put it in the actual blog text then read it and became physically sick. Sometimes i don't recognise my own writing and occasionally I'm disgusted by it, like just now, I cant believe i can be that ignorant and horrifying... the word evil comes to mind but maybe that's an exaggeration.
I wonder how many people on the earth are familiar with the concept of evil. In recent years i have tried to comprehend it, realising it is much more complex than a violation of simple ethics embraced by the most faiths.
I can't remember the first time i read the bible... i think i am more familiar with it than most people my age in my society. I don't think anyone ever told me the meaning behind the new testament or even discussed it with me. People tend to concentrate on the plot, god sent his son down to earth who sacrificed himself to save the souls of everyone, the whole john 3:16 thing.
Nobody questions why a sacrifice was the only way redemption of man could happen.
I always assumed it's about war. How many soldiers lives can a leader of an army sacrifice for the greater good?...
War has always been about the struggle between good and evil with each side believing they are the good side.

People tend to mix up "it's honourable to fight for a good cause" with "it's honourable to kill for a good cause"
Horace said it best: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

That phrase has been used countless times to justify a nation going to war with another. People seem so obsessed with a death on the battlefield being an honourable death, it seems to me to be the least honourable death, leaving everyone who hold you dear to the horror that is bereavement.

I've grown upset and confused by writing this so i think I'll make tea now.

This one's for Amy.

I'm wasting my life aren't I?

Also go look at rehdogg's "why must i cry" on youtube, embedding is disabled.

Nazi lampshades...

I somehow got talking to my mother about her life so she showed me her book of memories which is lovely even if my Spanish is horrendous.

Oddly she had a few boyfriends who met violent deaths, weird.

Ooh and the Canadian ambassador to Peru tried to seduce her...STEAMY!

The diary entry about when she first met my dad is hilarious.

"small dirty man with his hands in his pockets, darker than me"

Spending a day in stillorgan, the dullest of places.

I used to be a night owl but not anymore. In fact I sometimes struggle to stay conscious during the day, I hate the fact that I spend more time resting than doing something constructive.
I'm nearing the limits of the discipline I have stuck to these last few months. Whats the story with pep pills? BZP is illegal now but screw that, under the influence it made me feel really cold and it would be a very bad idea to try that again.

A lot of caffeine just makes me nauseous.

Is there nothing else that can keep me awake?

NO AMPHETAMINES PLEASE!
and they were very wrong; benzodiazepines make you sleep, IDIOTS!

Even now, as I type this, my eyelids are heavy and its only 8pm.

The Addict

I only had a few cigarettes today, like 3. Which is great because every time i do light up i get a nice hit of nicotine like the morning cigarette, its lovely.

The painting of the cat looks way way better if you see it up close, WAY better, but its only a study, the end piece will be better.
But here it is anyway...KAT!

I'm completely alone at a table with friends

Relax I'm not lonely i just thought that was an appropriate title for this blog:

Just as you exit the village on the way to my house there is a rather bland looking house on the left just past a y-junction, you never see anyone coming in or going out or even any human activity in the garden, curtains and blinds always closed but everything is somehow kept preserved; grass is always cut, leaves brushed away and shrubs trimmed when its needed.
For as long as i can remember there have been guard dogs there, Dobermans, German Shepherds and now a... well I'm not sure, its a cross breed of some kind.

When I was younger I imagined the owners to be horrid people and i still do in a way.
Every time i pass that house I see the same dog wandering aimlessly or slumped next to the door (he doesn't even have a bed)looking so bored, lonely and sad.
I don't understand how somebody can do that to a dog and i want to go in and play with him but I'm afraid he won't have any of that and will want to chew on my gonads.
Every time i pass that house i feel so so sorry for him and a good deal of hate for the owners and every time i pass I can't look away from him, i actually feel guilty.

In a few years this dog will die and the owners will buy a new dog and the circle goes on.

It's an analogy for some things in our life. Sometimes, you can't control what happens, you just have to make the best out of it...story of my life.

Apparently I am not a machine...

There's so much gay art on deviant art and its really really bad too, manga, i don't mind manga but its just so very very common these days, maybe it always was, i dunno. some fourteen year old likes death note so they have to dream up a scene where they seduce Light. I HATE DEVIANT ART....(sometimes)....BUT MOST OF THE TIME!...(occasionally)...
Mediocrity...it's mediocrity's fault, my arch nemesis.

Drugwolf is a banging song!

When i find my camera, which is apparently my mothers now, I will take a photo of my cat and you can see how much I need to learn and how much better i am than that ridiculously hot art student who will remain nameless.
(I have an exhibition coming up and i didn't even try, you've been doing this your whole life, oh shit, I'm really sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you, friends?)

My knee is feeling great, if i played rugby i could play rugby, YAY!

DAZEDAZEDAZE today, i just said i was observing but they still looked at me cock-eyed even though everyone else has more than one imaginary friend and i do not, but I've been told its with cases like mine that death can occur without anyone especially yourself knowing, but I'm feeling good and i plan to do something this week, like last week and nobody will judge me anymore.

Also I heard Laurence has a std, I'm not judging I'm just spreading the word...BECAUSE I'M A GOOD FRIEND!

My oxy-acetylene torch...

ITS TOO FUCKING HOT!

crap

Do I really have to work on such a nice day? It doesn't seem fair or ethical even.

People from Emerica...

especially that model who is kinda hot but not kinda hot, shes adorable though and those videos are class. HEIL!

IQ Ratings of Over 140 - Genius or near genius

I love iq tests and i am usually proud of the results but not so proud as to shove it in other peoples faces (except my brother cos even though he has only an above average iq he is the more successful one and he needs reminding of how much more intelligent i am).

But iq tests are strange, i often wonder how accurate they actually are.
Since my first iq test back in school which gave me 130something I have had a lot of conflicting results.

The lowest being 120something and the highest being 157. I dont know which to believe, its things like this that frustrate me, OH PLEASE JUDGE ME, YOUR PRAISE IS MY SUSTENANCE!! 157 = genius? i dunno. I'm smart but I'm not a genius, genius is like rainman or john von neumann or rick james.


Today was the grand national and i bet for the first time since i was 10 or something, it was also the first time i watched a horse race since i was said age.
It was more of an unconscious decision; my dad said he was going to the village to place a bet and asked me would i like to put a fiver on one of the horses, i was reading so i just "yeah sure" not really knowing what i had done but anyway i ended up glued to the tv at 4.15 when the race was on, very concerned about my money.
I never realised the trauma those horses endure.

First of all a huge crowd of trainers, jockeys and officials and 39 other horses in a little space. One of the horses was sweating like Roger Ebert and seemed very distressed, so much so that the jockey couldnt mount him, 3 people holding his reins keeping him in position so that little man might have a chance to get on him. That horse ended up forfeiting the race.

Then of course theres the jockey whipping the horse like cream.

And the fences which do kill horses occasionally, thats not nice.

I felt horrid guilty after watching that race. Not gonna happen again.

My cat is coming on nicely. pics soon.

doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo dah dah doo, dooooo.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Had fun last night, it really is lovely to see old friends. Topics of conversation included the glee version of don't stop believing -vs- the original, the national colour of Ireland and ninja cats...Oh and chatroulette.

No discipline once again because I have to help larlar with his stories, which I don't mind, in fact it will be a fun experience but I would like some time in the day to work, if not I'll just have to stay up at night, which is close to impossible with anti-psychotics, anti-manics and anti-convulsants.

If you know a twenty-two year old unhealthier than I, please arrange a meeting.

Also, please don't call me A-Dawg.

You do your hair, you put your frock on, nobody talks to the real you.

I was pretty much dead at 2am last night, reading Michio Kaku really takes it out of you.
I met Val and Tommy today, nice to see old friends.
I know i said i have to discipline myself for the upcoming exhibition but i got invited to a party for tonight so no dice. Ugh all these parties, SINSINSIN!
I'm getting all Martin Luther these days.

I promise you i will do something tomorrow and if not I'll destroy something i love so yeah, thats real discipline. Maybe my ukulele, i love that a lot, shouldn't be too hard, its made of plywood and it only cost 20 squid.

How are you today? did you give in to your vices? I bet you did. I know you better than you know yourself.

Somebody give me ideas for the exhibition. NOWZ!
Something mainstream or I'll not sell a thing.

Oh my what should i wear tonight?
Not my mothers dress this time.

Auf Wiedersehn.

absolutely nothing moving faster than the speed of light.

Some of my favourite people are cats so I'm gonna draw a cat and then we'll see who's boss.

The tribulations of enforced discipline

So begins a journey which has no destination, filled with suffering and hardship because, according to that guy i talked to a few days ago, that is what make you who you are and i don't want to be a patient anymore so by logic i have to destroy myself again before i rebuild myself, seems simple, we'll see.

Also, anyone who wants to move into an old abandoned building in town with no electricity or running water like a proper crust freak, tell me, I'm with you all the way. We can use the walls as our canvas and hang anarcho-punk symbolism everywhere.

ILIKECURSIVE.

...I can make you popular

I should go to more shows on my own, it was nice to talk to strangers who were completely different to me but shared a common interest in Mr. Johnston.
But anyway the beam orchestra were great, reworking his old songs into a kind of Sufjan Stevens style but keeping Daniel's trademark voice.
One thing that disappointed me was that they only played 3 of his old songs from the early eighties, the rest were new ones or newish anyway.
There was an art exhibition too, you can tell Alex Pardee got inspiration from it.
I'll remember that night for a while. ooh and i got a teesh; the 'hi how are you' one.

The support were almost as good as the main act, cant remember what they were called but they were from Belgium. The singer was a lash and a half, she kept pulling up her dress just a little bit and swaying to the rhythm. tasty.

Today i have to do stuff. later gater.

...But time is money at a penny arcade...

Daniel Johnston tomorrow, joy is rare these days, sing to me darling.

KOOL AID!

You know when you have that urge to run across a field in the wind and rain, when you just cant think why or how or when or other questions that i cant think of now cos im still in the moment, well...its really cold.

Hoorah!

1000 profile views!

I'd like to thank Jesus, those tiny people I see in my bedroom at night and our fighting men and women abroad.

WE DID IT BABY! WOOH!

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrb

The phone is ignoring me, how dare it! If only you'd let her call me.

blah blah blah

Happy days

I got an offer for a place at the creative writing course in Inchicore.
Actually didn't think I'd get it.

I'm 1 in 5! hoorah!

I'm celebrating by listening to Beirut and drinking a much needed cup of tea, strong, a drop of milk, no sugar.

Suddenly Einsteinian field equations don't look so menacing.

WIN AN IPHONE!

There's just too much noise these days.

Ah fuck it I'm just gonna do it and I don't care if it hurts...


...you will see me when you see me.

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and also here is that painting i did a few weeks ago:



silly flash.

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The new Silver Mt. Zion album is great.