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January 25, 2013

Vlog #4 - The Joys of Cowardice.
Having been scared to within an...



Vlog #4 - The Joys of Cowardice.


Having been scared to within an inch of my life by reading Pet Semetary late at night, I discuss the virtues and benefits of being an unashamed coward. Fear. Terror. Dread. And thats just the dog that chased me through the park all those years ago.


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Published on January 25, 2013 14:15

Busy writing a film script with real people from history in it. I keep writing it at night and...

Busy writing a film script with real people from history in it. I keep writing it at night and I’m afraid that the people will come and haunt me for taking such massive historical liberties with their lives and making them do all kinds of things that they…didn’t do and never would have done in a million years. But this is..its ok because its art, right?

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January 24, 2013

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This week’s vlog is about the joys of cowardice. Because being afraid of everything has its...

This week’s vlog is about the joys of cowardice. Because being afraid of everything has its benefits. Finished filming it before..Timothy the Troll and William the Wannabe are back - I just can’t get enough of putting on stupid voices.

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Published on January 24, 2013 12:36

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Caras Ionut

So good. I love this type of...





















sosuperawesome:



Caras Ionut



So good. I love this type of thing. So stark and powerful. I’m writing a film script at the moment - wouldn’t be half bad if the actual film looked like this.

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January 23, 2013

The Cunning Reaper

My scars had vanished. I cannot truly be sure of exactly when, upon waking that morning, I realized that my left arm, once riddled with scars collected over a lifetime, was now completely clear, the flesh unbroken, pristine like that of a new born baby. This in itself only mildly struck me, for I remained lingering in one of those semi-slumbering states so common in the morning. I proceeded as though nothing had altered, but the house was entirely silent. Downstairs, there were no sounds of l...

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