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!