it’s been a few days since i started this post, i began to write stuff here and there over the course of said few days

I’d planned to rant right now but I’m dangerously tired!  Danger in the sense of me making less sense than normal.  Here’s one photo, I’ll

the last few days have been pretty grand but no time to go into any detail.  In other, much more easy to explain in a

not like a western standoff, but I’m going west and I’m not going alone so obviously we’re in competition/party to see who can be more

i like to do things that involve me enjoying myself.  take taking photos for example, they’re fun so I like doing it/them… Same with skateboarding,

this post is already the victim of an eternal struggle between quantity and it’s much cooler opposition, quality.  I’m not sure if identifying how bad

Today was a glorious day, I sent myself to the woods. Around 2pm, shortly after dealing with my tyre’s indulgent act of phantom suicide, I went

there comes a time in a boys life when he must choose what it is that he will use for bonus flavour in a home

the last 51 hours have been pretty intriguing but I think tonight will see the end of the continual wig thats been dealt over this

“putting thoughts into words is difficult for me as what I think rarely makes sense, I only manage to extract thoughts out of the conflicting