i think the greatest hip hop album ever made is Doe or Die. its just off the fucking pan its so good.

this girl that is here got touched by her dad and her mum knew but did nothing so she now cant talk to her children lol.


This week is speeding by, its somehow Wednesday already. Like, that seems insane to me.
I smashed glass and window panes yesterday, and today i cleaned a barn out. It was insanely dusty, like insanely. I hoped at the end of it i'd look like one of those 9/11 dust mask people, but I didn't.

There are now only five days til this next person arrives. Five. Seems crazy to me, an American girl is going to be here. Will I want to kill her? I hope she isn't fat and have curly hair.

Innitially I was excited, then that turned into dread. Now I just feel a combination of all of them. Pierrette was talking about having a few days away in America, and to leave this girl and myself here to look after the place. I started freaking out about this as I had a horrible feeling I would hate this other person, then that subsided and I've decided to just wait and see.

The sun came out like a badman recently, and cooked the Earth. But today, johnny raincloud is back. I was in a barn all day, so I didn't even notice.
Oh, I've decided that I'm gonna come back when I run out of film. 10 rolls left, 13 rolls used.

PEACE. x

Integrity - Abraxas Annihilation

This gets started the Thursday before i leave for France, then Spain in August. I start college in September, and I finally feel like I'm heading in a direction that is worth heading in.

I've taken photos recently - more than i have in a while now - stuff has happened to me that i felt needed to be documented, put down into film.

My Godfather had another fall and was laying on his kitchen floor all night, shitting and pissing all over himself. The guy is strong, but not strong enough to pull himself up, and he's just getting old and forgetful; he doesn't remember the wristwatch we got him that summons help, it's one of those press for help things - I'm not entirely sure how they work. All i know is that he didn't hammer the button and he'd ended up on the floor.
Whatever, he seems restless in hospital, rotting and sleeping.
Stan's 95, has a slight heart murmur and a slight water infection. He doesn't take any medication and lives by himself. He fought in WWII, and never complains about it. He is the old school of men, the guys that fought for what they believed was right.

I'd be lucky to do anywhere near as much as him in my life. By his standards, I should be married already, and have a house.