Exit Through The Gift Shop

I smoke til I feel like I need to vomit. Rest. Then repeat.

Indulge. Indulge. Indulge. There is no harm in pleasure.

I am fearless, because I have feared.

Get that tatted on my back with the first three letters in larger type or perhaps like:

I am

FEARLESS

because I have feared

with emphasis on fearless and surrounding words much smaller. Information hierarchy, I'm obsessed with it and the meaning behind typographic representation. Have I earned such a tattoo?

Ive watched the street art doco Phuong bought me. It's inspired me to paste up nonsensical artworks in the public areas in the city. I'm starting with Jwow. It's sketch book time.

I cant write under pressure or when someone tells me to write. My usually talkative mind goes blank. This is the case when designing. You can't force creativity, it needs to be triggered by inspiration or sometimes it just needs time to settle in your brain and an epiphany strikes at the most unlikeliness of times e.g.

• in the shower
• brushing teeth
• walking to car

but not during entertainment activities (i find anyway) where thoughts arent triggered e.g. watching tv, reading a book as your mind doesnt work, it just watches. I do like writing my blog. I am a slightly different person in my blogs than I am in person. Perhaps you couldn't match our conversations to these blog posts. I wonder if I can make a living out of blogging. That would be a sweet sweet life indeed.

'Little darlin' dont you see the sun is shining

Just for you, only today'

'Nature's got me high and its beautiful'

- Jamioquai

I find it funny how today was sunny and 28 degrees while tmrw is raining and 16 degrees. What a massive difference. It went from summer to winter. Melbourne, you are unpredictable and thats what I love about you. You're always switching things up, throwing weather types from the other end of the scales.

I'm working at Myer tmrw. 12 - 5 pm of easiness. What am I going to wear? I love how the sun sets later and later. Hurry up and set at 9pm.

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I miss you.

Suck it in and put it away. Hold it. Hide it. Store it. In a pretty box at the back of the cupboard. Let it collect dust and cobwebs. Save it for one day in the future. But live as if it wasnt there. Hopefully, the box will disappear. When I clean out my cupboard it is no where to be found. I would have never remembered it was there. Let's never speak of this again.

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Three months til I'm outta here. I won't be back soon.

Hasta La Vista, Fags.