damonone

i want one of these.



want one of these too


picked up a nice new jacket from the thrift shop on valencia st.



i've been talking to a few people and i tell them, (half-jokingly) that I hate my job. they don't get it. I guess only certain people understand having dissatisfaction with ones job (in my case, they are usually artists). Its strange because almost NO ONE is satisfied with their jobs, they only tolerate them. at least that is how i see it. They go to their normal 9-6 job, 6 days a week, keep smiling. Go on a vacation once every two years, and think that that type of satisfaction is all that is needed in life. We used to call these people normal people. Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes i wish i could be one of them so that i could think i was happy.

Then again, I love my life. I like being wreckless, quitting jobs on a whim, traveling all over the world. Sleeping in. not having to answer to anyone. Having jobs, but still keeping the attitude that, HEY, FUCK YOU AND THIS JOB, and, actually looking for the opportunity to say it... But still, i keep talking to these people who don't understand it when i say, I hate my job. It's sad really, I want to enlighten these people. BUT, its the...

blue pill or the red pill...

The employee handbook reads more like a manual toward slavery.



i shot this in my most recent workshop. probably my best photo out of the 200 i have seen so far










i was THIS close to getting pierced on friday. I was sitting in class, delirious and everything, and i just had a moment of clarity. GET pierced. and i would have done it, cept for one reason...

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