Enchanted Boy, few clips from my camera put together.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Mood suiting imagery.
So far so good, I have to update this blog much more frequently, I literally had such a busy life lately I have completely forgotten about this page. That is not a bad thing, is it? At least I have something more stimulating to do than sitting and staring at the computer screen. This is definitely going to be exciting summer.
So far so good, I have to update this blog much more frequently, I literally had such a busy life lately I have completely forgotten about this page. That is not a bad thing, is it? At least I have something more stimulating to do than sitting and staring at the computer screen. This is definitely going to be exciting summer.
Monday, 25 April 2011
Fucking depressing and fun couple of weeks.
Jlo.
Cider and dipping time.
I don't have any explanation for this. Lets call it 'The Idiot'
In Love.
Look at this tiger. It is hilarious, isn't it ?
It is raping everybody out there so Hide Yo Kids nd' Hide Yo Wife
And some more and more ...
a bit from my sketchbook, just read this poem
beautiful and so integral
Thursday, 7 April 2011
| I |
| The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!' |
| II |
| Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. |
| III |
| 'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. |
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
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