SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS

Nothing to do. I hate my life....

  I got to find something to do but there's nothing I want to do.

 Want to be "numb" or happy?

Just want to get drunk, high you know a regular Space Trooper

Fuck Shit. Um well lets get started...

 "I've got nothing to say but its okay"

This world is nothing but a fucking orgy. Everybody is horny and wants to fuck. Yay! Such a lovely place...

Repeat after me: Sex does not equal Love.

   how sad...

Funny! Very Amusing!

Just heard a very funny joke:

    I guy walks into a library. He ask the librarian if she could help him find a book about suicide. The librarian says "Fuck You. You wont return it"

                           

 

Align

This is Patrick Caires. For my Spring 2009 Digital Documentary Photography Class final project, (which is to choose a cohesive theme) I will be documenting & bring understanding into how humans align. In day-to-day life. I want to show the uniqueness in how lines are composed and the people waiting in them. The emotion is important for me to try to exhibit. The people’s state of mind. So it turns out to be a two prater: The art of the lines themselves and he people in them. One More Thing: I find it very interesting at times how we, us humans must conform and form a line. It can be very dominating and I think this project might show the rule we follow under our society.


This project idea came to me from my father. Many years ago in my High School Photography class w/Mr. Fortayon I had to come up with some ideas for a shooting direction for the semester. My father said “how about lines!” Examples he said were people standing in lines at the grocery store, movie theaters, bathrooms DMV…


The schedule of doing this project is going to be tough. Currently I’m having trouble getting starting but, once I do get these gears in motion I will focus on shooting during all times of the day. Morning and evening because a lot of action happens during the hustle and bustle of living. Going to work, lunch traffic…
Laying this out is still pending. Most likely my presentation will be prints. The project will evolve in its own and the layout will pursue it.


So there you have it. To convey the beauty and randomness in line forming. The control and order that exist in lines. This I will show you. This you will see.

Why weep...?

I wish I died when I took 14 of these:

 

 

I was throwing up for hours. 

Thats 10,500 mg of acetaminophen. (you should never exceed 4,000 mg)

No doubt if I were a older man I would have probably died (as I kept saying that to myself)

Friends said you should have gone to the hospital, get your stomach pumped.

But No!

I remember curling up alone in my bed, finally being able to sleep.

 Then I woke up.

 Then TODAY TODAY! FUCK TODAY! 

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I cant explain this rage that disappears when I smoke you. The exhale of smoke is like my worries, cares and inhibitions go with it, in it, to evolve into nothing. A little trace of existence. A little trace of Patrick. 

 Only thing left is the smell. And then that is only a memory.

See I was really anger when I started this post. Well sad too. I had to wipe tears away first in a constant struggle to gain insight, perspective on this crazy world. The world where knowledge is your enemy. When knowing too much is All Too Much! I cant believe what goes on here. Its truly un holy...

 But now,

 I smoked weed and I don’t care. Blah.

   Burnt Hands

 Wet Feet

 I will go forth