Kill the Director.

Ah blogger, blogger: I missed you so.
In my last post I did not actually use blogger, I just published from it. Now I'm writing directly from the blogger "New Post" page. I don't quite know why but it does feel different.

Currently I'm sitting in my room listening to The Womabts. I moved my desk right infront of the massive windows a couple of weeks ago in one of my crazy must-change-room fits. So, yes. I'm just watching the rain as it drizzles down looking like a curtain made from transparent ants. Am I the only who feels as though this weather is more like something one would find in australia at this time of year? I mean usually by now not only would many of us be tanned but we would have also started swimming and what not. I'm not complaining, mind you. If we could have this weather everday I would be as happy as a cartoon character, honestly. We haven't really had winter this year, or rain.

Does anyone know what a massive, red ERROR sign right under the 'Title' tab stands for? It keeps popping up, maybe it's just the internet connection.

Anywho, this was a pointless post but quite frankly i don't care :)

Peace and Love,
Torii xoxo

He came He saw He conquered: Or not.

He mumbled on, trying to impress the people he invited, with his daft, big-headed knowledge. Words pelleted out his mouth, landing explosively. They felt toxic; like some kind of mustard gas out to kill me. At that point Wilfred Owen trudged into my mind with his troop they were “knock-need, bent like beggars under sacks, coughing like hags”. I could hear shouting Gas, Gas, QUICK, BOYS! I was forced onto a chair as the young man in front of me carelessly probed my mouth with a metal rod; very much unlike Owen who only probed encumbered sleepers out of wonder. The voice that protruded from this man's mouth was muffled and the concoction of vowels and consonants stretched, as one would hear it in a horror movie. He leaned in towards me one last time leading me to the feeling that this was the right moment to get everything off of my chest.

I reached my arms out over my head until they reached his collarbone, gradually louring them across his white, starched collar- probably ironed by his mother, as I imagine a person like himself incapable of finding someone suitable to date, let alone marry. I gently wrapped my fingers around his chicken-like neck as he sarcastically raised his eyebrows and then, as he looked around as if for some kind of approval, I began tightening my grip, digging my bitten down nails into that area where the spine connects to the skull. Everything around me faded as I pressed on watching his face turn red and his eyes bulge out blood shod. Panic hooked onto each vein and artery in his body as he froze over; I looked into his hideous pupils and laughed whispering words into his ear which I could feel as they rolled of my tongue like frozen drops of blood. I let him gasp for air one last time and let go. I found no use in killing him, I don't even like the idea of murder anyway. Like this, the moment would forever be imprinted into his futile mind- He would live with it everyday.

As the rest of the room became clear again, I grunted and looked away. I wished I had actually done all that but being sent to psych ward wasn't a part of my plan for the day.

Peace and Love,

Torii xo

Art and artness.

I am such; an; idiot!

Everytime i watch Pirates of the Caribean I keep wondering where I've heard the name William Turner before, and now, sitting my chair flicking through my SOK notes I noticed that William Turner is a Painter and a damn good one at that. His art has a kind of magic to it, many of his pieces cover seascapes. Et voilà ;

This is art.

My favorite artist of the late 18th Century/ Early nineteenth, however, is Goya. Many of you must have seen the film Goya's Ghosts, i hope? If you haven't watch it. It stars Natalie Portman, Javier Bardem and Stellan Skarsgard. I believe Jonathan Pryce also acts in it, unless my memory is playing tricks on me 8) He acted as Elizabeth Swann's father in Pirates of the caribean.

(Pictures- Left: Movie Poster, Right; The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters- F. Goya)

I apologize for the messiness of this post- blame it on blogger =) That's all for now, I'll add on to this later on when I've finished revising art.

Peace and Love,

Torii xoxo

Poems for the dishearted and illminded- The Haunted Fishbowl.

“When you look into that fishbowl,

Tell me; what do you see?”

Well, two colored goldfish

Starting right back at me!

“Look again, dig deep into your mind

and when you get there tell me;

What do you find?”

I see my reflection and search into my eyes..

I'm a goldfish now, seeking that which lays behind.

I look through the glass separating I from me;

What an awesome feeling to be so light, so free!

“Alas child, there is no time for play and squander,

We're on a mission of discovery, not wonder.”

My psych is now a goldfish too,

swimming right behind me to push me through.

“In from those black windows, this shouldn't take long”,

And there to welcome us waited a giant glass bong.

I was cleaning my goldfish- finally!- and randomly thought of this..it doesn't make much sense and it is far FAR from finished but i needed to write it somewhere and blogger was open ^^

Peace and Love

Torii xoxo

Conscious

"Music and roses burst through crimson slaughter"
-W.O <3

I love that quote, depressing as it may be. I find it quite inspirational artistically speaking.
And, talking about inspiration, I have been designing alot lately. I blame it on my dad really- i wish as good as him at it though, but anywho.

I have come up with some fairly nice "garments 8) " if i may say so myself, and i am thinking of naming my clothing line something like;

'Torsome Designs'

- I know, it sounds VERY generic, that is why i am asking for your help ..or opinions?

Today i began learning how to use a professional sewing machine: SCARY! Firstly it is big, okay maybe not that big but still IT. IS. REALLY. FAST. and can sew through your hand without any effort whatsoever. Hmm maybe something like that should be featured in the next Saw movie.

So..yes, i am happy; I managed to sew a pair of microshorts- not for wearing, they were just a sort of test run to see if i am capable of [manipulating] the machine.

Besides that, i rummaged through some material- found some really nice colours, patterns and textures- and i stumbled upon an amazing bag. It is very sixties Yellow Submarine-ish; if you haven't watched the film, check it out NOW! The 'creatures' designed on it are the many many acid-inspired ones in the film. <3

Anywho, i have a migraine which feels like a supermassive blackhole in my head at the moment so i am going to rip my fingers off the laptop and glue my eyes to Starwars instead. Yes- i said it; S T A R W A R S ..it makes me laugh =)

In light of that i say "May the Force be with you" and bid everyone faretheewell.


Peace & Love,
Torii xoxo

Poems for the dishearted and illminded- Life.

I walked along this morning,
Behind the tanker of despair,
Where eventually it led me,
Down to its hideous layer.

One by one it will take us,
To this dark and gloomy place;
It will rob us of our feelings,
And scare us with its face.
It will leave us feeling empty,
Alone and without hope.

No one will ever find us,
Or throw us down a rope.

I wrote this last sunday, but anywho.

Peace and Love,
Torii xoxo

Poems for the dishearted and illminded- The 3Rs.

The world is a dead place.
Dead people.
Dead places.
Dead animals.
Dead faces.
Dead feelings.

Nothing is truly alive;
Who lives, lives to die.
Who lives is dying.
Dying feelings
and emotions.
Dying thoughts
and devotions.

The planet and the world,
have begun to deteriorate and twirl.
And along with them we shall leave,
in winds that howl and whirl.

Reduce, Reuse and Recyle- Yes, it's like Environment crazy week at school at the moment. So i'm feeling inspired. Anywho, i shall now depart and get back to my Wilfred Owen studying.

Peace and Love,
Torii xoxo