this stupid blog has been deleted cos im a fucknut.

just so no wierd things are written, yes its true.

the christophe and the ferox are engaged to be wed. and im fucking exstatic!
its not very often when things like this happen, but when they do its hard to keep control of your face.

and, to make matters worse, em has a video of me proposing. (and crying like a little grrl).

its hard to keep control of your face during bliss, so leave me alone and die if you dont want to wish us luck, because everyone who has ever met me knows i would never be so petty as to not wish you the same.

also, i have MOON UNIT tattooed across my fist. jelous? you should be.

i havent blogged in yonks. here is my new blog.

i work. alot.

i bearly have time for anything, so ill keep this short and sweet- waking up at 1am to go to work is shit, but the traffic is good cos everybody is in bed. where i should be.

um.....

not really too much else......

spite is a  funny thing tho, aint it?

well fuck.

im doing a poster for young simon and his band mateys,  the slim pickens, and finishing up this masterpiece (ha!) i put a nice big red dot in the middle of jc's head. fuck!! so much time wasted! so much red oil pastel down the tubery!

it was looking real good too. well thas just fucking dandy.

so, to cheer mineself up, im smoking a shitheap of smokes, drinking an ice cold boags and then im going bowling. looks like everthing should turn out ok in the end.

then ill get back to it, and start over.......or will i?

err... not to much else has been happening. bills mean im beyond broke, too much work means im tired and life in general means im irritable. but my hairs red again. awesome.

im lost in thought. so many things have been happening its hard to keep track of them and to sort them into piles labeled right, wrong, immoral.

i keep cutting my knuckle skin off at work. i dont mean to. thats the problem with high carbon stainless knives, they hold an incredible edge, and even the smallest slip can cause outrage.

i read what you wrote, and im far from happy. i hope this time when i talk to you youll pay attention. august 15th. v.

hmmmn..... im so tired..... i kinda wish everyone would just fuck off and let me sleep.... i really need a holiday.

plus, my back hurts. 

im all by mineself today- everyones at work and ive watched all the zim i could handle..... all of thems. so, my mushy brain got a thinkin'

what if.... what if, say, nuclear war broke out, and all advertising and products and whatnot was all brought to its collective knee? that deodorants, foot power, expencive sunglasses and bottled milk was no longer availible.... would the survivors of this awesome hallocaust finally stop looking for the mate with most cash and try and find people more real... good conversation, humerous antidotes, hairy bellys.

 i think what i mean is..... what if all those grrls you meat who just want to be bought presents and that lifes not fair and want to sit around in silk pyjamas and be worshipped like the gods they aint, would they get of theyre hides and start plowing feilds? would the downfall of humanity  bring about a change?

or would tghey still cry to daddy for the latest in gucci flavored clothes, a new car and a blonde haired chisled chined male to look after their every wish?

hmmmm.... things to think in the shower.....

do you think maybe, that if television (my nemesis) was knocked off the air, and the newest cooked up bullshit reallity show/ sing song competiton/ mind draining moron-indusement broadcast that people would become smater? all those fat winging fucks who sit and stare, do you think theyd egt to work, or would they rot waiting for the change to be made for them?

well anyway, im still off tv (thats months without tv) and im reading and playing music and searching and going outside more than ever.

im quite happy this way, but only if others would realise that.

today is another day. just thought id remind you.

anywho, so ive gone and put up a new photo- fun fun, im having all my time taken up for extra activities by work. fucking work! surley some other skinny bastard cando what i do. most things i cook are pretty basic, so it really shouldnt be that hard to train a chimp or homeless man to do these activities.

yeah, im bored. with what? most things. but im having my fun when i get to do other things.

so, im nearly done re-mixing the leasides+ cat black tunes, theyre soundin pretty nifto, and just starting up all that fun with young nom and the pickins posters, but i cant find my graphites (or a clean pair of socks)
life is difficult

hmmm.....

yeah, time to re dye my hair. at the moment its a shittty blue colour, but i found an ultra violet red, so thats the new colour
.......................i really dont have much to say kiddies, so ill leave you with a song----
feeeeeelings, la la fuckin' feelings, ooooh yeahhhr

hey kids,

so we played with meaning of and etc on friday (halfsmile unt me)
and everything went ok, despite the factor of me being awake since 3am and just diddle fartin aroung the whole day. and drinkin. oooohhhh yeah.

that was defin one of the most- how you say- over energized sets weve played, and it was cold enough not to matter. tho i was told load in was at 6.45, so i sat in the icy temps for a bit in a shit trenchy and cheap leather gloves, like a fuckin pervert.

what else------
ah, i woke up today and wached the end of shrek 2 while eating chicken periods and pieces of dead pig, when i came to the conclusion that animated sing alongs, be they cgi or hand draw, infuriate me. i hate animals with celebrity voices meeting in real 3.
i slurped down the rest of the yolk and here i am registering my complaints to no one, which reminds me also,
sorry to all those poor saps i usually type at, the net is down at my hut so i have to do this at miss v's with evry one wanting to know what im up to.

but theyre nice people.

im still staying off the tv, but like a social smoker- i do it just to be cool around the meal table.

chargen.

hurray.

anyway, i went and had more piercings- 3 dermo punches to exact- and now my other ear hurts.
not many other things have been happening- ive been stuck at home infornt of the computer recording muzak and having alot of fun- and using my bass stack with a guitar thing.
im still kinda hungover, therefore i cant articulate my thoughts good.
erk.

hurrah! ive moved house, and have set um my own recordy studio (kinda) with my comp! this is quite possibly the best thing ever, but lovely miss v keeps up with the complaints- i dont like your friends! im bored! you dont love me! stop doing that to the cat! etc etc....

but, i am happy, and no amount of faded hair in need of a haircut will cure that. im all smiley now.

in other news, cat black (the OTHER  band) is almost rearin' to go, and because of the whole recordy thing in my room and actually livin with bandmates, you will hear from us.

i was ordered to buy super sharp knives, so i shall.

later

crab meat is actually tripe (cows stomach) mushed up, mixed with fish sauce and red dye. dont eat that shit.

fuckin bastards

im having another fun week of too much work and wondering in circles, so now im real real tired from cutting my fingers off and spatting red all over my hut.----->thas right tards, im moving! possibly near you! vaccinate your fav pets and shoot your offspring, saves me from doing it.

yes,i stalk around vACCinating animals of all my new found street friends and gutter family. what do you mean, 'liar?'

never the less i am bored, so if anyone reading this little pile of etc wants to suggest a new band or something fun it would almost be appreciated.

 

almost.

<3/ etc etc etc mo fuckkkkk,

Mr Christopher E. Mc Pherson-Mannon.

 

once again i am on disso-pointment  terms with xpress. another week another waste of orphan grade toilet paper. how sad. and next week is #1000, it best be ok or i sigh with the power of many, and then never pick up an x evr again.

for one, there where lots of killer shows this week- the fuzz+suicide girls for one- and what did they write about? something else, nothing special, and just the one story. just one. and loads of shit for there readers in claremont and nedlands. near universitys, where the young, the pretty, the stupid tell me all there woes and how theyed fix things. you holes, as if one spoon fed little spoilt kid will make a difference, theyre ment to get easy jobs, buy bmws and die, not do anything of any importance. all hope comes from those will nothing, with more exposure to reality really.

which gives me something else to winge about, year 12 perspectives at the art gallery. v dissapointment. very. no suttlty, just basic emotions- im sad. wah. im happy. yay- and the only really well constructed painting are by private schools. i hate money. i hate bling. i hate.

man im a winge.........

there are more drawings to look at in my little thing pic thing, go look if that interests ye. robots dont say ye. ill show ye.

fuckknuckle. 

im not sleeping well thanks to work. my hands stench of salmon where ive cut them and the oil and meat of the fish join me............ now i am two inside one...........

im so fuck fuck tired is not funny anymore, im sleepy and moody and stinky and so so tired. nno analergy can be spelt like i can spell it.

so, being in this higher form of being, i pick the shit out of stuff. here goes.

im gettin real shitty at the local music street press, so many great gigs are happening and not uno is being written up....... xpress is nothing more than a cool to be seen reading rag now, there is no musical direction anywhere to be seen. it really cant be that hard to get a writer to at least a gig a night and have seven or more write ups about a set on each night- and not just the same katy-luke steele/ end of  fashoin/ fucking same three bands over and over when noone i know or have met says they like any of their radio friendly, unit shifting powder pop rock shit. i occationally stuble over something here or there, but im getting very very frustrated finding any new exciting music to make me smerk. god fuck, something needs to be done, and soon, before my brain turns to blood and drips out my ears and eyes ebola style.

fuck your band, noone cares.

hey kids,

so i finally got off mine ass and had my ear pierced, now, believe it or not, my ear hurts. its pretty nifty lil piece-ill put photos up, when? later. bastard man-the best bit was getting to hear the poppin and splitting of cartlige right in your ear..... ewww, bet that hurt. and it did.

nothing exciting has really been jumping out this week.

i had to go pick up some bags of random MEAT from a butcher for work, so i came in the back, and all you could see where the butchers perving at a lady with exhorbanant boobs pressed against the glass, trying in vein to pick a quality high marbled sirloin.(FUN- the sirloin is called so because beef loin was henry VIII's fav meaty meat, so much so he knighted it. hence, sir-loin. fagget.) anyway, i laughed till my anus fell off. now im anusless.

thas it kiddies...........