I can't die because I'm a teenager

“ Your  telstra pre paid balance has fallen below $9.99. If you would like to recharge call 125888. You have not been charged for this message”

Come on big corporation, I’m still on eleven dollars and twenty three cents…

oh wait, Caleb changed his name on my phone to telstra. 

Classic.

In other news peter bought a pair of 700 dollar headphones for 70 dollars. I tried to outdo him by purchasing a pair for 10 dollars which are made for about 2. 

The headphones are pink. The only colour left. This means I can shift my insecurities away from wearing oversized DJ headphones, to worrying about the femininity of my petite earwax collectors.

A white boy worrying about colour? Some chunky over ear headphone wearer should pop a cap in my ass. 

That may have sounded racist. I’m sure it did. But if I was to wear quicksilver, have bleached hair, and drive an expensive body kit attached to a cheap car, it would of seemed quite proper. And yes there are actually people who accept homosexuals. Even if before meeting one of these fascinating individuals, one must discover the fertile soil beyond the copper triangle. 

Instead of just revving that engine please go for a descent drive. Drive far far away. Far enough for you to fall upon the inconvenient truth, that your life is an ignorant waste of CO2 emissions. 

And no I shall not turn the other cheek. My cheeks are mortal and they will bruise. 

About Rollerblading - Trailer Two from Craig Smith on Vimeo.

Rollerblading filmed in Melbourne. Really high quality filming. Massive rails. The skater called Tom is 14. He is amazing.

lochiel covered in fog

Outside Tom’s eyelids trees sped by the glare of the sun, and inside flashes and shadows spontaneously bounced around a bright orange backdrop.

While the bus slowed down at a corner the fascination dwindled. There were fewer flashes and there were fewer shadows. But Tom didn’t need entertainment.  He was appreciating the suns comforting radiation, warming the wounds of his day at school

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photo: Cameron

“C’mon Sam, you’ll look back and regret it. You’ll be 30 and won’t be able to do it any more”

Hummocks Watchman Eagles football club.

And I drive around these parts and I just look at all the people walking by, going to their worthless jobs. The greatest conversation of the day having to deal with the episode of reality television that they’ve viewed the night before, and I think to myself, god I am lucky that I am not like them. God damn it I am lucky to be an individual.

                                 - Sean Cullen The Apple Fell Over The Lake 2007 -

Why the obscene tagging on the door of a service stations toilet? A kind which is ignorant and offensive, but also elegant. Written with precision and care; as though the perfect son had finally lashed out. Had finally, using his private tutoring rebelled, and imprinted his offensive syllables onto the concrete backdrop.

It wasn’t even done the proper way; there was no art-line marker and the font did not zig-zag in all directions. In fact the tag was not even permanent. It was neatly scribed with a HB lead pencil. But to the tagger it didn’t matter. He was free, he was letting adrenaline take him to a place where his parents rules could never go. From deep within himself the tagger drew out what he thought was horrific. Words which would most obviously kill him if he were to speak them out loud.

Amongst the panorama of nasty graffiti many travelers did eye out his unique markings. The anonymity of the crime revealing to the passerby something that they couldn’t quite understand.

Easter camp. In the shed. Skating. But not just skating…

There is a celebrity appearance from “Lexy”
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