Sunday, January 2, 2011

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Monday, November 29, 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

This city we called home, we fastened our seat belts for the speeds we have outgrown.
The sound of church organs echo as if a thousand angels themselves were singing, angels tainted with lust and greed and are all in need of a nightly fill of the sick and ill, the hunger of a sexual appetite beckoning to there call, all the fields and plains of love destroyed with a sound, the mankind in awe of the vibrant sin, something so great and a better feeling within, the act of murder, rape feeding the feeling of oppression, alive to fight but fighting to stay alive

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

Brisbane Museum 
Shot in a dark crowded smoking area

My salutations, good evenings, nights and bed times, I tip my hat to the snake and the rose vine. Why? Failure screamed out her name, these drugs, the embodiment, all there was left was this:

“Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath.”

- Lady Macbeth

Macbeth by William Shakespear

Red Hill

East Brisbane