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Come Darkly Near. Trailer.

Short film my classmates and I worked on this year. Full 30min film should be released soon. I did cinematography for this project.

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As promised… The rant. We all know that Chris has been into drugs since he started his career, but back then, he only really did weed. Now he does LSD, K, shrooms, acid, MDMA, you name it. If you look closely at his career, all this drug use, all the depression, all this, all that, started after Warped. Notice how he hardly ever smiled after Warped? How his pill addiction started after Warped? I think Warped is the reason he’s like this today. It got to him. The pressure. The lack of sleep. The FANS. When he started Warped, he was super happy. Notice that when Warped finished, he wasn’t happy. He started taking pills, started taking new drugs, everybody noticed how he’d changed. If I’m totally honest, I’d say the Chris we know is gone. Flushed down the drain. Killed. Face it, he’s been gone for too fucking long. He was upset for about a year, and all of a sudden he was the happiest guy on earth. Uh-oh, doesn’t seem to add up. He’s happy because of the drugs, I hate to admit it. All he talks about nowadays is drugs, he’s influenced by them, which is why I know he probably wouldn’t stop taking them. The getaway, the relaxation, it’s the sort of stuff Chris loves, so to him, drugs are fucking great. I always say he knows his limits, but quite honestly, I don’t think he does. Even Kristin said he’s changed because of drugs, Nathan and Dustin left after Warped… Does this tell you something? They both HATED Chris after they left. It’s sad knowing that he’s probably like this because of a fucking tour. But I seriously do think it’s the cause of it. Warped is everything Chris hates, or hated. They use teens, adults for money. They market off all sorts of shit that the teens and adults will think ‘that’s cool I want it’ so they’ll buy it. They brainwash people into buying their stuff. That’s not Chris, he hates it. He said he feels like doing music has just turned into a job more than anything. The industry has fucked him up big time. Thank you Warped, you fucking piece of shit. He needs a break from music. It’d help him immensely to get back on track, or at least, try to get back on track.

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If by monopoly money you mean colourful, then yes (sorry I did not have a 50 on me, but they are a reddish/pink)

Personally I think our new waterproof bills are fukin lovely as hell tho. They’re also pretty hard to rip apart because they are made of polymer/plastic. Also you can have wads of cash but they compact pretty well so you’re wallet isn’t exploding.

The only thing I find frustrating about them is once you fold them they have a permanent crease (until I iron it that is…. but really… who got time for that?)

(I’m answering this question because for some reason I keep getting these randomly in my inbox from people, lol)

So there you have it, Canadian cha ching $$

Tô frágil, caralho. Tô quase alugando um colo (terapeutas me dão medo). Tô sem calma, sem chão, sem brisa. Ontem mesmo passei naquele bar que você gosta e comprei três garrafas daquela tua cerveja favorita. Estar embriagado me livrava daquela zona de conforto em que a solidão me pusera . Mas também não queria contatos. Qualquer tipo de contato me doem, me pesam. Entende? É claro que não… Ah, como te explicar?! É como tirar todo o ar de um balão. É claro que ele prefere ser estourado. Mas é lento, é cauteloso, é doloroso ficar vazio, embriagado de nada. É assim que eu estou. Vazio de mim, e do que quer que seja. É mais fundo do que o fundo do poço. Não dói, mas incomoda. Desprotege. Nos deixa fraco demais. Incapazes demais.

serás possível um peito, comportar mais saudade que seu próprio tamanho? pois eu lhe juro, logo já, meu coração arrebenta minhas costelas e vai correndo ao encontro do teu de tanto não suportar mais você tão longe. tenho medo que meus braços durante a noite se rebelem, destaquem-se de mim e saiam correndo ao enlaço do teu pescoço e minha boca se recuse a fazer qualquer movimento que não seja atado à tua. ando de um lado pro outro o dia inteiro, só pra ver se meus pés aquietam e deixam de tentar correr na tua direção. Dear, a verdade é que sem você aqui comigo, meu corpo inteiro tenta dar jeito de te alcançar. é mais que consciente minha vontade de você.  é involuntário como cada batida do meu coração - que sussurra seu nome, seu nome, seu nome, tum-tum, seu nome…