Sunday, December 30, 2007
size
forward motion
at least up untill now. this is a dirty filthy place. religous people stink. the golden belly button of the world stinks. stinks of corruption, religion, racism. i cant wait for the rain to come and wash them all away. in the mean while aachmad will do it for me, every morning over again, and not complain once.
numbers
money
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
under a golden racist sun
strange that it came after a night of christmas charoles, and nonstop talk about me. my freinds talked to me about me. i talked to colegues about me and they answerd back about me. i got omer-lash.. im not to the 1.2 yet. one point four is pretty good though. no sharpness yet.
january holds new ideas. i had alot of important things to write here this morning. i guess i am just toerd of beeing toerd rfom the sillyt hings at work that make me work over time and over hard and get no benefit for. i am tierd of beeing tierd of all the fascist racist jews. i dont mind waiting in the line in the supermarket any more. microsoft rules.
like i said, yaniv weissa is a true jenius photographer, i am honored to know him and work with him. i am so happy i have the oprotionity to see somone whos phootgraphic ideas relate so similirraly to mine even though his interpertations is completly diffarent, and motivations are intense and derrrive from other places then mine.
small tributes make all the diffarence.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
deprevation
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
life
prelude
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
Phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says the men they say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try No-Doz
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Hangin' bell, hard to tell
If anything is gonna sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, ride rail
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army if you fail
Look out kidYou're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hangin' 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Oh get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance Learn to dance, get dressed Get blessed, try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candleDon't wear sandals
Ya can't afford the scandal
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work'
Cause the vandals took the handle