beaver jerky.

so its been a small while,

 turned over the 16th year of living on sunday

got ze lumix

and your jealous, i can see

but here, my friend, are some shots of audacious joy.

po, orge.

:O

Jack Freestone, surfie who aint short.

cream, Amen.

g, <3

fuck orf.

so, there is this mad scotsman-freckles and flames and all, who talks to me like the moon shines out of my eyes.

mistake, though.

because im into the stereotypical, cliched, 'bad boys'

the ones who fuck you over and dont reply

think you dont really exist unless they want something.

until i heard about Abe.

ASP World Tour chaplain anyone?

read STAB and you'll see wat im talkin bout ladies.

nothin like clean, Godly pure meat.

adios senioures, gaas.

ats'hot.

tats.

stance.

spine. jacket. you shoula seen her eyeball rings.

locks.

icon yo'.

braz.

bustin peaches

what my pops would look like if his rents'd stayed in europe.

gandhi once said live as if you were to die tomorrow. learn as if you were to live forever

he sure fought the fuzzies

origato, geebs.

universal citizens

have you ever looked up at the most mysterious part of life, at the stars and the moon, and thought to yourself that for every star there is a galaxy surrounding it, just like ours, and for every galaxy that star represents the sun, and for every sun there may be a planet very similar to our own Earth?

now think about the state our world is in, the one that we are given the privelage of living on, the one we were born into to make something of ourselves and to live amongst every other individually important life form, whether it's muhammed's pet goat or the queen of england.

so now, think of your privelages, your reading this blog, and to read this blog you have to have access to the internet, and for that, a computer. which tells me that you are wealthy enough to afford to keep up with our modern worlds fastly advancing technology that we dont need. in saying this you are now more privelaged than a dusgusting 79% of the 7, 043,825,799 others (as of exactly 5 minutes ago, and yes, we've reached over the 7 bil mark)  on this planet.

sad isn't it?, that the computer your using, and the ipod your listening to, and the uggboots and scarf you just put on, and the full plate of dinner you just ate, along with the water you drank with it, you truly do take advantage of. i bet your saying, 'yeah but we should use the extra money we have, just because we have it' but thats not entirely true, as i learnt today this is a term called affluenza, it spreads just like influenza, and it is the desire and endless dissatisfaction of buying what we want, when we want.

at least you dont live on less then a dollar a day.

all im asking of you is to please, count your lucky stars, and go that tiny bit extra effort and give one of those stars to someone who needs it a whole lot more then you.

donate,volunteer, pray , love.

our world needs it. 

reminds me of Ihaka

what a boy.

Ellis Scott Photography ps.

it's something like your local fish market and red lipstick.

look it up and you'll kno im not talking crack...

another mighty fine thing flung my way,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiCCcOP3ay4&feature=related

cee lo green gone solo, not really into his singing but the clip gives me jitters.

i wanna sing it, yo.

later, g.

patty cakes

irreplacable Gann.

mad hatter come wise grasshopper,

she will own a whole blog to herself

Douth this year, shooting clips, eating lentil burgers, chasing barrels and tattooed men and chatting up my style mother tracey humphries at Matilda and Boo, closest thing we got to summer this winter.

we indulge in eating turkish bread combos, drawing wild animals, astrology, jarrah thompson at the margs tav and camping with the cows.

she's the friend who you could say would be best

even tho your  mental, SPG,your my sister sister 

forever and ever amen, <3 g.

chasing bod.

oh, and my last  for tanights posts,

connor coffin.

new generation of surfer, power hooking his way around the globe.

come holla this way boy ;)

adios, g.

and over to the beats

doov doov goes out to Wavves.

surf rock come hot flesh.

mm mm mmmmm.

adios, g.

madmen and muns.

to the others out there i say holla,

i got me a feather, but its stayin in for good.

another brief to who i be, who are you?

adios, g.

to be frank, ill get the hang of it some other day

bunvegas

city and colour.

you could call it something between trigg and east perth

close enough to sand,

sad enough during the winters day.

adios, g.