or: how i learned to stop worrying and love the white  space.

my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it.

it's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.

fate had determined that he should leave none of his race behind him, and that he should finish his life poor, lonely and childless.

all work and no play makes kurt a dull boy.

(i'm keeping it together by listening to this song on repeat)

but the banana was rotten, thats the gross part.
not really. anyway… here's something i did last night fucking around with my 16mm film projector and final cut.

paris hilton goes to jail
from trevor