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Monday:


-Clean


-Murder


-Alibi


-Burn To Do List

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A song I wrote for nobody


When I wrote this song, I had Erik Saties Gymnopedie playing in my left ear on repeat the entire time. That song is absolutely gorgeous

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The legend of the Easter Bunny


 


 


The freshness of the spring dew glistened on the ground


as the sun rose high into the sky. A new day had come around.


Two little boys called Sam and Ben woke up early and bright


So excited about the Easter bunny who left the presents last night.


The legend of the Easter Bunny was known far and wide


This may be the first time, however, that you hear this side.


 


On Easter Sunday every year all the children would wake


and in their gardens they would find chocolate eggs and chocolate cakes


It wouldn't take long for the little children to have chocolate all over their faces


from scoffing the lot so greedily, they would even have races.


Who could eat the egg the fastest or could put the most in their gob


and when they had eaten the lot the spoilt children would start to sob


 


Who put them there? I hear you ask, the Easter bunny of course


he'd creep in and leave them, I hear from a reliable source.


Now mothers would prepare themselves with buckets at the ready


and by night fall the flow of sick from greedy kids was fast and steady


The point of the Easter bunnys generosity was not as nice as it seemed


His purpose was to be forgiven and so he would be redeemed.


 


The bunny was very greedy and selfish when he was younger


And as a result of this greed his family suffered with hunger.


Sick of his self serving ways his family severed their ties


They had enough of his carelessness and enough of all his lies


The only way to be forgiven was too do his best and ensure


that the gluttonous behaviour he had, was not repeated any more.


 


Knowing that they wouldn't listen and had to realise themselves


that overindulgence was not a good feeling and made them very unwell.


He supplied the chocolate in the form of eggs, bunnies and cake


and encouraged them to eat it all from the moment they would awake


Only when a child refused to eat it again would the Easter bunny win


and he could join his family free from any sins.


 


So back to the little boys unaware of their impending test


Wolfing down their breakfast and leaving the table in a mess


They hurry on their shoes and reluctantly put on their jackets


holding their buckets firmly they go outside and make a racket


screaming with excitement eveytime an egg is found


the spring birds flock away on the utterance of any sound.


 


The Easter bunny left ten eggs each and soon the boys had the lot


they went inside and counted out the ones they had got


the foil wrappers around the eggs identified them as milk, dark or white


containing nuts, jellies, fruit or toys, to keep them occupied into the night.


Ben took off a golden wrapper and punched the egg into chunks


he picked up the biggest shards and into his milk he dunks.


Sam decides to follow suit and smashes his first egg to bits


and tries to put as much of the egg in his mouth that it will permit.


Soon the boys have devoured their first, their second, third and fourth


by fifth and the sixth they hold their stomachs and rock back and forth


Their mother tries to stop them by hiding them away


but it doesn't stop them finding them, they have no intention to play


 


They ate and ate and stuffed their faces hiding under the table.


The seventh was a battle, they ate as much as they were able


Sam knew he would puke if he ate the eighth one


Ben finished his eighth egg but knew he was done


They automatically started to peel the wrapper of number nine


the fresh smell of the chocolate was where they drew the line


 


The syrupy burp crept up on them and left a bad taste in their mouth


their tummies let out a gripy rumble and they dropped their head south


Any movement triggered nausea and an unwillingness to move


but competition was too strong neither was wanting to loose


They reluctantly persevere each determined not to fail


but one bite into nine and Sam had to bail.


 


His mum was there at the ready with a bucket already in hand


cursing the bloody rabbit thinking of how to get him banned


Sam is retching up a treat and each time the urge is worse


vomiting up his chocolate lunch hoping it will soon disperse


The smell of vomit fills the air and poor Ben didn't stand a chance


he stands there and lets it out, mesmerised in a trance


 


The mum swears to hunt that rabbit for what he has done


she will serve him up for dinner and then she will have won


The boys continued with their stomach pyrotechnics well into the night


they sat on their beds clutching the tummies not feeling very right


by early evening they had enough and want to go to bed


they couldn't face a cup of water or even a slice of bread


 


Their mother came in to wish them sweet dreams and then tucked them in


she also bought in their final eggs and had a wicked grin


“would you boys want egg number ten?” leaving it on their beds


“no no no” came the replies and they vigorously shook their heads.


“Well never eat chocolate again” Sam said hiding in his pasty face


“take it away please mum, can you get out of this place”


 


“What, never again?” she asked fingers crossed behind her back


“yes yes, I never want chocolate again” Ben called out. And that was that.


The Easter bunny heard this and he beamed from ear to ear


is it true at last? Has a child conceded? He can barely hold back his cheer


The next morning comes around and the boys slowly get out of bed


Egg number ten just sitting there..............................


 

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went all out with the weird on this one 

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I'm really interested in minimalist posters, this is one I made a while ago and I only just found this collab.

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high speed footage with some playing and distortion (to speed and sound, other versions will play more with comping and combining with some other shots and footage that we took, it will be super cool). other versions and takes coming. This stuff we shot together like this is meant to be remixable assets for season 2, and I will try more experiments and comps and upload more (and also zips with raws and others, soon. We have thrown buttons, dropped buttons, spinning buttons, buttons that grow on trees (except not at all that last one). More coming soon.


 


raws and first passes of most of this stuff is 720 HD so that I could get 120fps shooting speed.

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Eyho, another minimalist poster. This is another horror one I guess, maybe slightly moreso than the Chasing the Cicada one. I dunno. Please do leave feedback and kepp recording!

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1920x1080/jpeg/taken via iphone with a clip on Fish Eye Lens


 


The talented Cerebis was kind enough to give me some tips today on how to use this lens. So at dusk I went out and took a few random shots to practice.

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okay, this movie barcode took a while together, and is probably the only full episode one. still going to do sequences from the number one, too.

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drew this while in Google Hangout

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All poets are traitors.


All sinners are voyeurs.


All lovers are gamblers.


 


There’s no pen mightier


There’s no third eye wiser


There’s no even keel


 


And I may as well just wage the war


And I may as well just fulfill the prophecy


And I may as well just take the chance


 


That will bring me to my knees.


That will seal my proper fate.


That will topple this house of cards.


 


It will save time.


It will save my soul.


It will save my life.


 


It’s a kind of suicide when you refuse to die the rightful death.


It’s a kind of mercy when you find the dignity to acquiesce.


It’s a kind of miracle when you accept the odds may be stacked.


 


But I’ll kill my heart before I’ll watch yours break again


But I’ll carve a reminder before I’ll sink beneath this stone


But I’ll meet the blind before I’ll throw in this hand


 


And then charge a heaving beast across a page to annihilate that truth.


And then pull a blanket of moss across it to hide my naked words.


And then beat a spiny path to a bluffer’s paradise.


 


For all the ink on this battlefield


For all the shimmer in this crystal ball


For all the bravado at this table


 


I still feel the rushing of the blood.


I still feel the beating of a heart.


I still feel the stumbling of a truth.


 


Your blood.


Your heart.


Our truth.


 


In my mouth.


Against my chest.


Suspended aloft.


 


All poets are traitors.

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