Army of Me

stand up
you've got to manage
i won't sympathize
anymore

and if you complain once more
you'll meet an army of me

inconsistent ideals

to trust or not to trust?

that is the question.

look and learn

wolf

sweet dreams

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world And the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused.

Rock Bar - Bali

Bali

Villa Prasada

haters gone hate

greens

darko donnieee

lucky for me

One, I get the feeling that it’s two against one
One, I’m already fighting me, so what’s another one?
One, The mirror is a trigger and your mouth’s a gun
One, Lucky for me, I’m not the only one

the best wordsleuth ever!

the aftermath

Aphrodisiac Orgy

Boheme

baaa ram ewe

your a sheep your a sheep

oh the things I would do to you

sex.good.

I'm not right in the head dot com

imnotrightinthehead.com

hush now baby

I like to crawl through the local carwash and pretend i'm on total wipeout

bonfire

Is it on? I just had a pint of fizz. It was the best pint I've had all day. Was it good? Was your mouth all like....

Bit dub-step? No. Finger tapping. Peanut butter jelly time. How did you find that face thing? I just like how I look so content and happy with life. Its like a pash rash. Oh my god, what is that up there. Oh they know now, we both have the same rash. Didn't win. I did. That was awesome. I'm obsessed with this song. SHHH everyone is talking way too much, my ears are ringing from the sound. Gotta find some other people to hang out with I think. Tappa Tappa Tappa. I haven't put food in my bakery or restaurant for ages. Its still kicking on, with people coming in and there is no food. Now I'm to the point where I'm stuck on what to do. I've done it about seven times now. Put it into storage and then out of storage. I want to do it again but I'm too scared.

you want me be

somebody who i'm really not

a monkey sucking a penis is funny in any language

moment of weakness

where did that come from.

no sense.

I am actually fine.

photography is cool

everyone has a good camera. everyone has their apps to make all photos look 'cool'

must be different, must come up with new ideas if I want to be successful in this photography saga I have taken on.

stirrrr crazeh

Love being in the house all weekend. I do feel refreshed, but feeling refreshed is for during the week and not on the weekends. Going out for a few drinks tonight which shall be good. Hopefully getting my car back this week, it has been in getting repaired after someone t-boned me.

no wonder my bedroom is freezing

The window was about 2cm open. Done on its own accord.

I am NOT one to open windows in the winter.

Ok heater, do what you were made to do.

Mandala

Lykke Li

Words I Never Said

I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
Fear is such a weak emotion that's why I despise it
We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth
So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you
Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to
I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you
Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few
My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through

use your eyes

I wont let you bury it

i think i'm drowning
asphyxiated
i wanna break this spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful
a contradiction
i wanna play the game
i wan't the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me

bury it
i won't let you bury it
i won't let you smother it
i won't let you murder it

and our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

i wanted freedom
bound and restricted
i tried to give you up
but i'm addicted

now that you know i'm trapped
sense of elation
you'd never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me

Baby Please Don't Go

more tea vicar?

careers

magic bus

409 km worth of road to travel along. Really this whole trip has been silly. Travel too and fro just for a singular purpose which could have been completed without having to go the distance.

Travelling along this dark road is causing her mind to wander. Fear of the dark, that unknown factor comes into play.

What if? What would happen? Such horror could await if the opportunity arises. Influences from watching movies is a big contribution to this wild imagination. Set in the same style of scene. Out in the middle of nowhere.

Stop off at a service station, she grabs a few things and back on the bus. Back to the presence of familiar faces. So late at night, who ever decided this plan was acceptable must have been out of their mind. 159 km left to go, still feels so far. A distraction of overhearing conversations that do not want to be heard is a good distraction from the idea of a horror scene arising from the outback.

The bus driver slows and pulls over to the side of the road. The passengers are poking their heads over the seats to see what is going on. Coach goes up to the front to find out what is going on. The bus has broken down, broken down in the middle of nowhere 50km from the nearest service station. The bus driver and coach get off the bus to have a look at the engine to see if it can be easy fixed. Everyone on the bus sits patiently, some sleeping, some listening to their iPods and others still engaging in conversations of explicit encounters. She sits, her mind buzzing, 15 minutes passes and the coach and bus driver have not re-entered the bus. She turns to the people behind her and asks if they want to go and check on the bus driver with her. They impolitely refuse stating there is nothing to worry about. She ponders for another 10 minutes. 25 minutes and no news as to the situation, she decides to take a peek. Popping her head out the door she calls for her coach. No response. Her instincts are telling her to stay inside of the bus, but curiosity gets the better of her. She steps out and walks to the front of the bus. No coach. No bus driver. She does a lap around the bus but no sign of either. An uneasy feeling creeps up inside her, she tells herself its ok, there must be a rational explanation. Maybe she missed them and they are back on the bus. With a fast pace in her step she hops back onto the bus. As her eyes focus and she see's nothing. Everyone is gone. She stands alone on the bus, frozen to the spot. Maybe this is some kind of sick joke. This is not even possible, she would have noticed an entire team getting off the bus. Where have they all gone? Panic. A million possibilities pour through her mind. She needs to do something, she can't just sit in the bus. Or can she. Is that safer? Obviously isn't otherwise the bus would have its passengers aboard still. But outside, where does she go? She checks her phone to ring for help. No reception; typical. Suddenly a noise outside. Someone is calling her name. It's a voice she does not recognise, a man, a dry sinister voice. She turns around to see an elderly man stepping onto the bus. Who is he? Where did he come from? Again he repeats her name. 'Who are you?' 'Where is everyone?' He runs at her, she turns and runs but is blocked in, no where to go. He grabs her, surprisingly strong for a man who looks to be in his 60's. He drags her off the bus and throws her to the curb. This can't be happening. This seriously can't be happening. Her heart is beating out of her chest stricken with the rush of adrenaline. He holds out a knife and mumbles nonsense about sacrificing. This guy is crazy, what on earth does he mean about sacrifice. This can't be happening, it feels so unreal, time seems to slow down. She ponders making a run for it, into the darkness. At least it would be away from this man. She has barely finished considering her next move when he lunges towards her. Scrambling in the dirt she makes it 2 metres before he reaches her. He grabs her shoulder and starts to shake her. What is he doing? He is just stood shaking her shoulder? Panic stricken she feels as if she is going crazy, this whole situation is so surreal. In the back of her mind she hears her name being called, it starts of quiet but grows louder and louder until she is no longer outside on the curb. She is back on the bus, her friend shaking her shoulder calling her name. "We are home, wake up, everyone is getting off the bus.'

Relief washes over her with the realisation that she is safe. It was just a bad dream. Just a bad dream...

Alex Kisilevich

alex kisilevich

thoughts, schmoughts

purposeful lower case

rhyming slang for hipsters

gone all cockney can you adam and eve it?

decision time

when it's hard to commit to dessert, let alone a life plan

living with grandad

he has a lot of years (and multiple trousers) under his belt

veedon fleece

highway 61 revisited

art from the heart

desperate teenage love dolls

everybody has a story

beats come with some tasty treats

very small and very flammable

to be adored

tick tock, its time to rock out with your clock out

welcome to twin peaks

hokey pokey biscuits

big mouth

imaginary offspring

30 days

a new pair of undies

taking it slow

valuable goods

the meanies in the schoolyard

tiny kingdoms

the making of awesome things

frankie

words

“Kids kissing on the floor… they make a work of art. Upon the gallery wall, they take the world apart"..

Deep and Meaningful Texting

K: they just found a tree growing in some guys lungs

S: aw yeah thats hellll common

K: I have a few growing in meh

S: i am a tree. i was the main tree in lord of the rings. we destroyed isengard by opening up the dam. pretty much famous for being a tree. and a hero.

K: you treely are a hero

S: coz im treeeee tree falling

K: I'm the whomping willow from Harry Potter

S: that's not a good tree to be. whomping in the willows. whomping harry potter and breaking his glasses.

K: Occulas repairus

S: avada kedavra

K: not as exciting as mine was

S: your supposed to be dead. that was voldermorts killing curse. the girl who lived?

K voldermort ain't got shit on me. have you seen my scar?

S: no where is it?

K: it's cupcake shaped, lower back. wierd hay.

S: so your scar is a tramp stamp? how embarrassing. where are you in WA right now?

K: I was just bending over for Mr no nose and he zapped the shit out outta me. i'm currently in woopadooberdoobenup

S: oh yeah I know where that is. voldermort has no nose because he has snorted too much cocaine. why were you bending over for him slut?

K: NOT A SLUT. we were playing leap frod. and no, when me and voldy were younger we were messing around, and I stole his nose, guess I just havent given it back yet. who NOSE. I have been looking out the window for like 10 minutes. I am yet to see a sign as to where I am.

S: Oi voldy is amazing at leap frog he can leap like... well a frog! aw ok I had got my info from an article in new idea about how voldy is a drug addict. yeah when you see a sign please tell me. find your location on google maps or something.

Tum-BLAH

A GIRL CALLED LAUREN

A GIRL CALLED LAUREN

bather shopping

So i'm off to Bali with friends in September, and I already have a decent pair of bathers, but feel it is necessary to buy a new pair of bathers (I do this often) for the special holiday.

Was recommended the Victoria's Secret website, the bathers on this site are amazing and looking through the clearance section are quite affordable. $50 for top and bottom bather set.

This is all well and good, then the shipping cost comes into play.

Not so well and good.

$30 shipping.

Making my total price $80

No deal!

Going to browse asos and am going to go all old school and actually go shopping in some real life shops in the city instead of online. Living on the edge. I'll be hoping to pick up a bargain as it is winter at the moment and the bathers should be on sale as stores would be getting rid of last seasons stock.

Fingers crossed I find a pair to satisfy my materialistic needs to buy new bathers even though I don't need them and really shouldn't be spending my money on such things.

Truck Hire

I'm currently browsing the internet for quote on truck hire for a removal job.

Exhilaration stuff, but volunteered to do it as a favour for a friend.

conflict of interests

double attraction to the known and the unknown.

unsure of what to pursue.

lingering attracting to the unknown.

but the unknown is unavailable.

well for now that is.

bands you SHOULD listen to

The Holidays

The Growl

TV on the radio

My skin has grown thicker

Bring on the new adventures in life.

So keen.

I've been there, on the other side.

amp

Ok, take a breath

You don't know me.

Can't be saying those things.

There is no solid evidence.

You don't know me

soldier on

push through push push through

visually appealing

Skateboarding

Bitch says what?

To be or not be
I'd say that is the answer
The answer to absolutely nothing
It's perfectly clear
Infinite confusion
You should always be asking questions
The answers are irrelevant
The conclusion on the otherhand
Now that's important
A whole lot of everything about nothing
Frozen in time and space
Wrapped up in a curious blanket
To be or not to be
That is most definetaly the question
The answer, well that's easy
It's 74

Curious Girl

The bitch goes out tonight, thinking if she wants to be bi-curious
or just a plain right out slut.
Curiosity killing this cat, she's dressed in black, bitches on the scene will see right past that.

She's out of her element, dressed down not feeling quite elegant.
With a drink in her hand, standing in front of the live band.
Some dyke eyes her off, she must want to hold your fucking hand.

Quick lesson to learn, if you wanna be heard stop bitchin babe,
You're gonna get burned.
Your hot on the scene, better loosen up.
Baby you'll eventually be seen.
Your get back stare will make any girl scream "fuck me be easy, stop teasing me".
You'll say one fucking word and they'll feel like their in Ecstasy.

Dirty dancing on the dance floor, look at these girls their shouting,
"We want more, we want more".
Your tipsy as fuck , you ain't thinking about sucking a big fat cock.
Time stands still in this world, just open your legs baby.
Girl your about to get twirled.

You've got poison on your lips, thinking how the fuck this is tasting so bliss.
Now's your chance to strike at that uninvited dyke, too bad your activities would put you in jail for life!

- Ash & Zar

Unlimited Hesitation

The Unknown

The Lust

The Wall

The Questions

The Thoughts

The Fantasy

The Truth

The Untold

The Trust

The Despise

The Temptation

The Threat

The Gamble

The Want

The Moment

The Silence

The Time

The Contact

The Pursuasion

The Careless

Roll.With.It

aicyla

LIFE through my eyes.

Over hundreds of years, debates have been made between science and religious beliefs. As to try to determine the truth about how planet earth came to be. Scientific facts prove through studies that the 'Big Bang Theory' was the be all and end all of creation, however not once in any religious writings did it state that the definition of God was a 'man in the sky wearing a white robe' but through the development of western society this picture of our God has been painted. Conveniently this God is a white male who can give the ideal of 'faith' wrapped up in silver lining to suffice and comfort mankind.

Did anyone take a second to stand away from a narrow minded simpleton point of view, to not hate against one another but for both views, to compliment each other. Who decided that God is a white male wearing a white robe? Can God not be the aura of each and every atom existing on this planet.

In regards to the Big Bang Theory, who is to say that our God was not the cluster of atoms that combined to create the Big Bang, isn't that the definition of the creator of the Earth.

Therefore isn't God one in the same?

At the end of the day no sexuality, no race, no hierarchy can determine what religion means to oneself. We preach a world of freedom of speech and thought; yet are continuously ridiculed for stepping outside of the 'social westernised square'.

I'm yet to come across a person that lives strictly by the governments laws, as each human does and should have their own morals and values and from that have their own internal laws to which they abide by.

So picture a perfect person, with a perfect life, and a perfect aura. What would that person even look like, it's impossible to say because the word 'perfect' is open to interpretation. No more stigmas, no more stereotypes, no more 'perfect' people, how about we just live our lives to the best of our ability and respect one another for doing so.

Tomorrow is not promised, so we live for the moment. And live true to our own hearts so that we live with no regrets.

Just like you will with me, I will walk past your grave someday and not remember the money or the clothes that you wore, but every moment we spent together.

- traffic lights -

forget

I just want to forget

Keep Walking

Rolling

feelings and emotions

Fuck Off

I don't need you.

Monday

Had a really nice weekend with friends. Lots of different adventures. Am back at home now, with a cup of tea and incense burning. Very relaxing. Have to mission back up to the city tomorrow because I left my phone charger at a friends house. Dad needs taking to the airport so I have volunteered to do the deed as I need to head up that way anyways. Am hoping that he will fill my car up with petrol as I spent a lot (too much) of money on the weekend and am now tight on cash. I do this so often, I don't know why but I don't seem to have much control of money. I get paid and its all spent within 5 or less days and then I spend the next 9 days surviving on minimal dollars. So frustrating. Money goes so easliy.

Time

I'm sorry I said the wrong words at the right time.

Snap

If you did not see it with your own eyes or hear it with your own ears, don't invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.

Lucinda has a plan

And she's not as innocent as she looks.

Indian Peafowl

The Indian Peafowl or Blue Peafowl (Pavo cristatus) is a large and brightly coloured bird of the pheasant family native to South Asia, but introduced and semi-feral in many other parts of the world.

Peafowl are best known for the male's extravagant display feathers which, despite actually growing from their back, are thought of as a tail. The "train" is in reality made up of the enormously elongated upper tail coverts. The tail itself is brown and short as in the peahen. The colours result from the micro-structure of the feathers and the resulting optical phenomena.

Peafowl forage on the ground in small groups, known as musters, that usually have a cock and 3 to 5 hens. After the breeding season, the flocks tend to be made up only of females and young.

Peafowl produce loud calls especially in the breeding season. They may call at night when alarmed and neighbouring birds may call in a relay like series. Nearly seven different call variants have been identified in the peacocks apart from six alarm calls that are commonly produced by both sexes.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Peafowl

who knew

A TITLE ?
WHAT'S IN A TITLE ?
I WAS NEVER TOLD THERE SHOULD BE A TITLE !

Invisible

Laura

I don't worry about cell phones hurting my brain

Really.

Everything hurts a persons brain.

Don't nit pick.

No choice anyway.

Smoke signals?

Doubt it.

Your paranoia bugs me.

Don't think I don't see...

You are fucking crazy.

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