the son and the heir to......nothing in particular

Sun, 15 Jan 2006 16:50:20 GMT

I've got loads of things to think about,
lots of stuff I have to do.
I haven't got much time to do anything I want to do,
and I feel like I'm wasting time when I could be productive.
Next time I have my affairs in order I'm going to make sure it stays that way.

Sun, 27 Feb 2005 12:21:37 GMT

that was fun

Conrad doing some stencilling

and Looking like a young Andy Warhol (the camera was on slow light, and I didn't know)

None of the pictures from Nancys meal came out, but this is Scarlett drinking some wine.

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 21:52:30 GMT

Does anyone want to come to London Zoo on sunday? I want to study the animals to improve my fighting style.

Fri, 28 Jan 2005 17:26:33 GMT

Congratulations are due. I went almost an entire week without skipping any school. Sort of.

And period 5 today was in four words, more fun than football. Trampolining. Freja, Laila and Gloria where pretending to be scared of my style, claiming it was dangerous and the likes. I admit they where scared, but only by the realization of their own inadequacy. except maybe frejas expression, the pure happiness, vagueness and concentration of bouncing.

I will spend my weekend on the procuring of a job and finding pleasure. A job maybe in flowers.

Fabric tonight. Should be jokes.

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 23:09:17 GMT

I'm not getting a fair share of happiness,
if anyone has any to spare please let me know.

Mon, 13 Dec 2004 23:00:38 GMT

This saturday Conrad told me about an asian film festival in London.

We decided to go and see three.....exremes, which is an anthology,

with directors Takeshi Miike, Fruit Chan and Chan-wook Park each directing a shortish film.

Takeshi Miike's film was Box, it was the kind of film david lynch would make if he had an unhealthy obsession with dreams, freaks, contortion artists and young japanese girls. The story centers around a young tortured author called Kyoko, who has constant buried alive dreams and is haunted by the ghost of her dead sister. But this isn't your usual evil spirit, and curse film, it takes a more realistic and physcological approach. She is eventually forced to confront the nightmarish events of her childhood as a twin contortionist. This is a very scary and intelligent film, from the Japanese master of the Genre.

The second, from Hong Kong director Fruit Chan defiantely had the most inspired and original plot of the three. "Dumplings" follows mrs Lee, an aging tv star, who will go to any lengths to retain her youth, and eventually falls in with the seemingly young Aunty Mei. Mei makes Dumplings in her mysterious apartment, which allow the eater to become beautiful and young again. But we find that the grisly secret ingredient are unborn babies, and the crunch of the dumpling is their unformed bones.

The best is usually saved for last, and Chan-wook Park’s "Cut" proves to be no exception. The director of Joint Security Area and Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance has been a long-time favorite among Asian cinema fans and proved himself to be one of the world’s top filmmakers with last year’s critically acclaimed masterpiece Oldboy. Park’s Cut involves a big-time movie director who is abducted from his home by a psychopathic film extra. Waking on the closed set of his new film, the stunned filmmaker finds himself forced to take part in a long series of mind games and one final sadistic choice.
It's very difficult to praise Cut without delving into heavy spoilers. But, as viewers of Park’s films already know, this seemingly simple story gives way to a totally cerebral experience. There are no true protagonists or antagonists - only real and flawed characters that are placed in the most outlandish situations imaginable. The horrific violence is executed in a way that is both beautiful and excruciating. All the trademarks are to be found here as the director once again serves up the kind of edgy filmmaking that has been absent from the screen in recent years. In the end Cut emerges as the most brutal, intense, and imaginative installment and perfectly continues Chan-wook Park’s streak of cinematic excellence.

Thu, 09 Dec 2004 21:32:33 GMT

I
do
not
know
where
family
doctors
acquired
illegibly
perplexing
handwriting;
nevertheless,
extraordinary
pharmaceutical
intellectuality,
counterbalancing
indecipherability,
transcendentalizes
intercommunications'
incomprehensibleness.

(you see, its a christmas tree)

Thu, 09 Dec 2004 19:23:58 GMT


lolita is love
brought to you by the isLove Generator

how absaloutely ridiculously strange. I mean, Lolita IS love
literally, man I've really got the knack of this thing. xxxx

(yuh I know its picked from your interests)

Wed, 08 Dec 2004 21:34:16 GMT


bjork is love
brought to you by the isLove Generator

shit, isn't it weird that i got that, i mean, how did it know I love
Bjork??

Thu, 02 Dec 2004 19:33:37 GMT

not many on livejournal knows me all to well, but this sounds fun.

1. what's your impression of me from my journal?
2. what do i remind you of?
3. do you ever connect with the stuff i say on here? if yes, is there anything in particular you recall?
4. do i sound pretentious?
5. why do you think i write this journal?
6. would you ever make me a mixtape?
7. if yes, give me a sample of some of the songs you would put on it.
8. what would you buy me for christmas if you could?
9. take me out for the day. what do we do (in as little or as much detail as you like)?
10. who am i to you

(stolen from bethan and lucy)

Sun, 28 Nov 2004 19:22:56 GMT

this is the best thing

http://colophon.com/ediblebooks/photos.html

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 18:49:20 GMT

Sat, 06 Nov 2004 00:15:19 GMT

If anyone wants to see something cooler than cucumbers
you should come round to my house and look at what's on my
bedroom wall. I could upload a picture but....unless the house falls down
I'd have to walk up the stairs, and I do that for no-man.

Thu, 04 Nov 2004 18:56:13 GMT

The three days prior to this have been spent in Edinburgh,
it's been rather nice. The streets are much cleaner, and the air fresher.
No inconceivable amount of chewing-gum stains on the pavement.

What's happening soon, who's going to what fireworks?

The evenings around my house are very film noir at the moment,
the dragon breath makes it look like everyone is smoking.
I'm just waiting for news of a bloody murder behind the snooker club.
People will be getting ideas in their heads.

Whatever happened to the days when autumn was just one big red/orange leaf?

I have so many conspiracy theories, and I will probably be hit
in the back by a firework, or eaten by some stalker in the London
fog, in the next few days. Just in case I bid you farewell

Wed, 20 Oct 2004 19:58:27 GMT

Work is a real weight on me at the moment, and it makes me tired.
I feel like making a mix-tape, but for who? I think i'll just choose
someone and make them one. or write someone a poem or something.

The world I live in sometimes feels like it was made at ikea.
I hate Ikea, and the way things feel, its unimaginative, and tries
to suck the life from you. "IKEA MUST BURN" its just the feeling it gives me.

"I want to see mountains again," and pine trees and snow. And somewhere with proper autumns. and someone to join me in my quest. an appetite for quests.
Really really tall trees and perhaps living in one. I must sound like a real hippy, so be it. Really I'm just a "(boy) searching for my own peace of mind."
Phtotgraphy is feeling really good, and suddenly even more appetising than it did before. Does anyone want to go on a photography day with me?

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 15:23:00 GMT

the place in spring summer autumn winter and spring , i want to stay there and a
beautiful young girl to arrive, and for us too fall in love. Am i being slightly silly?
but is it too much to ask for. anything is too much to ask for, because there's no-one to ask?
but it would be most pleasant wouldn't it.
I like playing drums with my hands, but i can't use a drum kit anyway.
My brother broke his hand the other day, and went to hospital today. he just showed me the x-ray and one of his bones is completely spread over another bone. He's a real idiot sometimes

ps. joanna, can you bring in mononoke tommorrow if you've watched it already

Mon, 04 Oct 2004 19:53:47 GMT

I started my piano lessons today, which i'm really happy about. I've been waiting for ages but my piano teacher just had a baby. It's exciting at the moment, about college's and that, choosing what and where.

I bought eternal sunshine, it wasn't planned, I just found myself in the shop with the money and felt compelled. Can someone pleeeasssee have a party where everyone has to dress up, like as pirates and stuff, and we all eat jelly and ice-cream and play jokes games. everyone knows they want it.

SAM ANDREWS, you should listen to "everyday", it will remind you of fantastic times on the
ski trip, because it was our song. xxxxx

Wed, 29 Sep 2004 19:41:05 GMT

I know this has got really old and boring, but i just need a little hand. which quote is best

*NEW RULE * NEW RULE*

I'd take vitamin C if only they'd make it illegal

"You know sometimes the world seems like a pretty mean place" "That's what animals are so soft and huggy"
(along with my tiger picture)

Sun, 19 Sep 2004 21:56:32 GMT

self doubt is a by-product of loneliness

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 14:21:37 GMT

That last one, i made look much better on my computer but photobucket wont let me upload the tampered picture. and the computer mangled the sizes of all of them.

Half way through the day my batteries ran out, and after that I saw loads of things, i'm going into London early with my camera again tomorrow.

Tue, 13 Jul 2004 18:46:21 GMT

Parsley the goddamn lion okay

Sun, 11 Jul 2004 21:55:31 GMT

I watched Ghost World today. and American Beauty the other day.

I think she's fucking cool, just a natuaraly talented actress. who got there through talent, because she wasn't conceived byhollywood

Thu, 08 Jul 2004 18:43:05 GMT

jeff buckley

jack nicholson

toshiro mifune

Bjork

the hare in sexy beast

Jean Paul Sartre

Conner Oberst

Bjork again

Gilbert and George

Morrissey

Nietzsche

Jean Michael Basquiat

Robert Deniro

all men, pretty much, but thats just coincidence. and these are just SOME of the people i like

I FEEL LIKE CARRYING ON

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 21:47:05 GMT

People are so absoltley petrified of listening to other people.
I can't, for the life of me understand why. Many of them would like to be seen as open minded, but whats so hard about considering what other people say? Hasn't it occured to them that they're not doing it, or do they even know what it is? I somehow find that hard to believe.

Its not an insult to me when someone says it to me, they think that my strength of opinion is an arrogance. but strength lies in the ability to change. I will continue to hold someones opinion in low regard if they refuse to challenge it. It shows a fear of change, which in-turn unveils a certain untruthfullness and lack of forethought.

I mean, i will be the first person to point out human flaws, but for the time being i refuse to give in to them. or maybe thats ther only way to be truly happy. to become a flaw. no-one could possibly solve all these problems. and they bring nothing but unhappiness. our culture has told us that there is something morally wrong with giving in. thats the stiff uper lip for you. It might have built us an empire, but by god it didnt make us happy. Is any of this important? and will that question ever be answered? I doubt both of them.

thankyou Nietzsche, but i was having thoughts like yours before i even heard of you

Sat, 03 Jul 2004 22:07:43 GMT

I think this is probarbly the last post i'm ever going to do.
It's not that i get about 2 comments everytime, I don't care about that. I just don't .........really have anything to say, nothing that I want to tell you. becasue you all know who I am. i don't see any point in writing bullshit like most people, and if i write something that i think is real, then i get minimal response. I'll just think it.

You know that many intelligent, truthfull ideas go unnoticed every day. But some people's don't, these are the ones you see. It's because they have a way of making you visualize, okay wrong word, understand, what they're saying. It could be the words they choose to use, or just somehow they make things clear. for example, on person expresses an idea, unknowingly, because they're using everyday terms and ideology. but another person will make this point, with their words. This world is full of hidden meanings.

it was nice while it lasted though, there are some interesting people on this thing. people who intruige me. people i might like to get to know better, and some i already do. I can't believe that anyone could possibly enjoy, or get anything out of reading my stuff.

this just doesn't do anything for me.

goodbye marlon