Had a great ole time at Joe's waterhole the other day with Pat Capocci, Nick Langley, Jimmy Lees and myself. Getting as pissed as ole farts and getting the best cab ride home ever !!!
Check out the photo's we found on the camera in the morning.
Tyler Hatzikian's Fin
Pat Capocci made his way up to Noosa this for a xmas bash at Joe's Waterhole.
Miss Weather also felt a bit of xmas cheer her self, making some nice little waves at the points.
Since it had been a donkey's year since I have surfed the points on my log I decided to try something a little different. I pulled out the Tyler Hatzikian Captain Fin to give it a whirl and god dam for a fin this size, I actually found it quite responsive and loose? which is weird. Though fucking awesome at the same time, it held in like it would never leave and turned with the precise flow to swoop around and come back all in one movement.
If your not into pivot turns and you like to flow out your turns this is the fin for you.
Australias Simple town Churches
I enjoy the common architecture of Australia's small town churches.
They are very haunting and malevolent in the strange calming way.
It seems that most have turned into housing's for the useless but thats what they were put there in for in the first place, yeah?
I took these photo's on me way down south of late.
ruined red hair
down by the riverside with your ruined red hair
a pocket full of pebbles and a bottle in one hand.
with the day breaking and the night to come
your ruined red hair glows so much fun.
Your eyes seem endless, depthless and black
the door way to your soul shut tight without a crack.
your hands lay jagged and long against my chest
your witch like features are pronounced without a rest.
come, come , come , you say
let's fest before we hit the grave
and dance like children against jewelled backdrops
flirting aimlessly with creatures until we pop.
give in to all temptation, pretend were in a dream
pretend that day life is nothing like it seems
"Can we give all we have to the taker"?
the man, the myth, the savour?
and prowl in the flicker of the light
holds hands and skip around this fire without a fright.
for this modern god has nothing to do with me?
please, please, please let your guard down please!!
for me, for me, for me !!
crying she dropped to her knees
and with all my might, for the illusions I had seen
she crafted the devil into my dreams.
cause then I woke sound asleep
about one foot above my bed, counting sheep.
a mild bruise on my side, proof of the night before.
my ruined red haired witch, nowhere to be seen, "Violet" I called.
panic swept over my stride.
" did I bring her back from the graveyard" I cried
but how could have I brought her back
when I had never left the house, never walked along the track
to the centre of the forest where a fire flickers in the night.
and they all dance like children without a fright.
confused and sort of abused
I lay back down
wondering if my imagination, my dreams all bound
will bring me back my ruined red haired witch
oh I miss this ruined red haired witch.
Captain Fin Sydney.
Myself and Captain Fin Co. Oz. Made it's way down to Sydney on the 12th of Dec.
Show was hosted by Insight, Raised By Wolves, Captain Fin Co. and a major help from Concrete Crayons for the Venue.
Check out all the pictures that I somehow seemed to gather in my drunken state.
check em @
2 days in.
take me on that ride
you said
take me far away
you said
and I said all I can say is
here is another bottle
to fantasise about anothers life.
though I said in gushed tones
that seconds turn to minutes
and then minutes to hours
hours become days and in a matter of time
days become years.
I said it again, that nothing is lost
I said so many times that nothing is lost
I said about how much nothing is lost cause I never had anything
to loose anyway
It's pathetic this day dream haze.
though so easy, though so fun, though so many smiles
though to many nights to think.
for why should a drunk man think?
for why should he think something he is never going to remember
cause remembering is the thought of memory
and my memory has no thought.
yet when Im drunk everything that seems to matter doesn't
and everything that doesn't matter seems to.?
its black an grey with a twist do make something blue.
it's something an misery loves company too.
Captain fin Finally makes it to Sydney.
Tonight at "The Concrete Crayon"..
Thanks heaps to "Raised by Wolves" and Insight for all their support.
The next few posts will be a collection of photos/ probably the worst but maybe the best.
I hope we survive.
mawh
Mixed Tape
In the process of pulling together a downloadable mixed tape.
Full of chants, squeals, screams and melodic hymns.
It's most probably all horror themed, it's most probably 50% shit that you'll want to cover your eyes and your ears and think, are you fucking serious???
But maybe, just maybe, one track will end and the next will start and you'll forget all the shit you had just listened to and just adore one song.
As thats the magic of music, though all the crap there is always something that smells nice.
Happy Noodle Boy
(click on picture to have a read)
I used to read this comic as a child. and holy fuck this shit used to make me smile for days.
It's from a series of stories about johnny the homicidal manic.
if your into the psychotic imagination of an outsider you'll love this shit.
Every Pumpkins Nightmare
so next year when you take a large blade to another innocent pumpkin head, Think about it's feelings folks. Please think about it's feelings.
Night Music
Defining ambient sounds for your eyes.
A structure of Pop Music broken down into synth/goth.
An amazing album by Daniel Ash (Guitarist out of bauhaus)
If you feel like closing up all window shades, turning off all the lights,
sitting alone and making the world disappear into one big fantasy.
This my friend, is for you..
Nick Cave
I take pride in my heritage. I take pride in what we are, what we've come from and how far we've come in such a short amount of time. A fucking lousy bunch of convicts, taken from a small over populated county and sent here, to Australia. I thank the arrogant poms for every little second that ticks across my existence cause if it wasn't for their fucked up attitude, maybe my nose would be pierced, my skin would be spotty, pale and ghastly, and most of all I'd be a pity pom. Nothing against my friends who are english, just majority rules!! you know?
So I would like to take this moment in time and capture the essence of what makes me, ME.
I would like to scream murderous ballads and give my confusion to the lord. Take all that is mine and love all that follow.
Thanks Nick.
(Even though you don't live here much, you still hold the Australia Heritage up high)
Jazz The Glass
Me new mate down @ insight surfboards Hayden Lewis put me on to this bundle of amazement. All the boys are in it..
Rue Morgue Radio
Ever wondered where you find the cheesy world of horror cult and entertainment.
this is one of the funniest, greatest, and only radio/podcast out there.
Check it out, go on have a go and find yourself..
swinging in the wind
nothing matters anymore, with this sensation.
nothing seems to make sense,
and that's the way that I have strived to be.
completely oblivious from all that surrounds
completely obnoxious yet so painless
and thats the way I have strived to be.
dancing with my stab like movements
sleeping like I was dead
cause thats' the way I have strived to be
making a martyr out of my emotions
dreaming epiphanies on a daily basis
and that's the way that I have strived to be
carelessly caring with all that I have
shutting every door that leads inside of me
cause that's the way that I have strived to be.
making a fool out of my existence
laughing over another bottle of poison
for that's the way I want to be
sedating away the edgy pain
surfing away the fucking mind games
cause that's the way I have to be
pretending I'm swinging from a tree
cut the rope with seconds left
now thats the way I wanna be
not to live to die
but to die to live
forget the crap, and make my own
use all that I have to survive
if it be trickery, if it to be baffeling
if it to be sedating, medicating, imaginating.
every second counts.
every second counts.
new but old camera..kodak advantix
This is "hang gliders" our little beer drinking, check spot of the infamous "sunrise beach.
This day, the surf was absolute shit house. But the beer tasted better than ever !!!
local inspiratrion
captured
Moments lapse as I wait for time
standing still, waiting, what the fuck?
Control yourself you fucked up smuck.
tick'n and a tock'n goes the time.
This reflection that stands so still
a laughter beats hard against this abyss
Wait a minute? there's something that Ive missed
to late now, my coffin has a chill.
Memories collapse, shuffling inner my lids
nothing moves we'll I cant move
grown to quick, trapped in my own groove.
life again flashes by when we were kids.
Aimlessly, arms out, zombie like
sedated, medicated total incontrolable
brain holes, great times so controllable
a smile to the thought that I never piked.
so dash against these walls
show posters to your screenings
so many posters with so many meanings
never we forgot how to crawl.
when time caught up, when we could walk
youth blossomed and flourished
died with the heat in a hurry.
doesn't matter cause we can talk the talk.
past tense and fast futures
lost and found memories
dont walk along this path
dont walk away in silence
without leaving your mark.
Trick r' Treat
Can not wait for the best day of the year.
When we can pretend to be something unreal, something amazing and something dark and twisted.
all depends on your personal preference...
Happy Halloween
This is a new movie coming soooooooooooonnnnnnnnnn.
LOVE
Day in, Day out
I found out about
how hard it's about
but without you
I dont have a clue
whats it all about
Compendium Maleficarum
I have read many many books on the dealings with the devil ( may I add briefly that I have never read anything from that werido "Levay" from the Church of Satan, although I have watched a few interviews with the guy and he really should have been a comedian ? hahah )
Though about 18th century witches is my love, my pain and my curiosity. My love for the understanding of nature, the adaption to the earth, the combination of herbal remedies and the unlimited source of imagination. My pain for the millions and millions that were killed and or tortured to death by the worse means possible, the innocent accusations to anyone that was an outsider, they say the devil worked his magic against the venerable, the people with need : but we all know the devil gave form from the centre of a city, the power of a town. He was the total tosser sending these woman and some men to death by the stake or some ingenious torture device everyday. This is why I cant understand how any woman could ever become involved with christianity, because it was christianity that grew by numbers while all others were being accused and murdered.
But I should stop there, that is not my point to this little story.
But I dare do say, what is wrong with imagination? What was wrong with imagination? How can one or a selected few people decide what is right and what is wrong and then condemn them to certain death.
I am just so glad we have learned from our ancestors cause if we hadn't I wouldnt be as happy as I am today.
Trent Whitehead
Trent Whitehead..
one of me ole mates form the central coast has been loosing his mind.
Life size and out of control..
amazed
cover your ears, then squeeze tight your eyes.
so tight, so you feel warmth run down your face.
loose control, and take a mild seizure
forget what a "feeling" is spose to mean.
find the thump and rest upon its tune.
nothing more, nothing less.
Fade during the day, when a drug cant help
outer voices, not allowed to distract this time
capture the essence, the menaing of being humble
vibrate those nerves, loose them to the peace of silence
a head full of thought can arise.
whats worth to worry about, YOU ARE STILL ALIVE !!
so tight, so you feel warmth run down your face.
loose control, and take a mild seizure
forget what a "feeling" is spose to mean.
find the thump and rest upon its tune.
nothing more, nothing less.
Fade during the day, when a drug cant help
outer voices, not allowed to distract this time
capture the essence, the menaing of being humble
vibrate those nerves, loose them to the peace of silence
a head full of thought can arise.
whats worth to worry about, YOU ARE STILL ALIVE !!
something blue
Have you ever held a knife to your neck
just to pretend
Or maybe just the shine to your wrists
to help you forget
A moment of collapse when the surface is rough
oh the hard times
the pain that kills or so it is to be
why must they all see it as a crime
cause I cry in sin, I dwell in pain
a pain thats not mine
I hold myself, for i don't pretend
There's no one but everyone all at the same time
its a disease I dont want
the problem I dont want to give
and all I have is nothing
cause I have just about everything
but all I see that the others cant
is my death world of make believe
so I'll hold tight and fight the fight
with guns and knives blazing
oh hopping , oh deeply hopping
that I dont complete the ultimate sin
the ultimate crime.
this world for the depressed
is utmost confusing at the best of times.
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