Friday, January 21, 2011

dial tone.





"It was New Years Eve and we were drinking beers and dancing kind of badly but everyone was smiling and sweaty so it was okay. Anyway, I was introduced to a few new people, as you do. But there was one girl who I recognised instantly but I couldn't pick from where. And that's where it dawned on me that we'd never met. It's the strangest thing. To finally meet someone that you kept seeing around all these online social networking sites by chance and you don't have a clue who they are. I mean, yeah, you get a sense of what they're about so they're familiar to you in a way. And suddenly, they become someone you feel like you should say hello to if you pass them in the street or whatever. But you can't. Because technically you haven't met them, and you don't know them and they certainly haven't seen you, maybe. So you're still strangers. Only now, you know the person you don't know, y'know? You're aware of being unaware. They give us this bullshit about bringing people together but sometimes it feels like it's become a parody of itself and they're actually only ever emphasising the distance that still exists between us. There's a name to every face and we're all so connected, which is always how it's been, except now, it's there and you can see it and the world feels so small and you're surrounded by everyone, everywhere, all the time, but you feel so alone."


Wednesday, January 19, 2011


another mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic flipper died a natural death he caught a nasty virus then there was the ever present football-player rapist they were all in love with dying they were doing it in texas paulie caught a bullet but it only hit his leg while it should've been a better shot, got him in the head

Saturday, January 15, 2011

everybody wants to be naked and famous



Hello, hello. Greetings are always the hardest. Because you're expected to write something really profound and moving. The trouble is, I'm ordinary. Well, maybe not ordinary, but certainly not a leader. Like most people, I haven't got a clue about what any of this means and I'm probably as groundbreaking as the next person in line for a 3am cheeseburger. Basically, I'm like you, but not.

If you're out there reading this, you'll now know that I'm counting down the days until I move away from this wasteland town, get a new job and get my butt back into uni. The wait has been gruelling.

2011 is full of so much radness already and I'm dusting off my combat boots to kick some serious ass. My 3rd and final year is bursting with awesome things such as short film projects, impromptu city adventures and various drunken debates. Possibly with Johnny Depp lookalikes wearing hawaiian shirts. Or even you. Maybe. Possibly. Who cares.

This is Trash Noir. A little piece of the interwebs, owned by me and read by you and stalkers alike. This humble abode might do a number of things. Maybe engage you, sadden you, humor you or bore you. But whatever the case, I'll always be me. It's all I know.