- Some dark song
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
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..............................
- I Memorized the Window, but did I Memorize the ...
went all out with the weird on this one
I'm really interested in minimalist posters, this is one I made a while ago and I only just found this collab.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
In my mouth.
Against my chest.
All poets are traitors.