Pixie Sassy

Routine, Switch, Butt Fact, Feb 2008.


The Gan and The Man Trucker, March 2008.


Me and My Precious at Dal's wedding, Jan 2008.

Mukaka! Mukaka!

The On-going process of emotional quotient in the most wicked poses of all identical spiritual awakening. The mediocre sound of union jackasses attended by living mannequins of uber cool in dreamy knots of superficial epileptic tapeworm. Subdued degree of sedated assault cringing necklace of hollowed constipation.

Art Slavery to the grind in a skidded row of a 21st century toy boy and nancy boy, research on too many electro vodoo. kneel down to the creator of soft cells and the vast universe of Einstein's dream in a loop sided Afghan sing along.

Hug like ants do, symmetrical smile, 2cm to the left and 2cm to the right, may this be love. Tears for the dears, love for the intruders, man on the run like a lymping Merlion in a forested brothel with Tom Yam buffet.

The calling of the falling in circling antidote of devised drum roll. Arafat's scarf wrapping around pimpled neck of virgin drinker who's on curfew on a night of festive. The Switch in a factory of butter make no sense in the presence of the deadly strobe lights.

Peace in the yeast, halo in the cello...

Assorted Pixie Dixie

TV on a TV for free...


Hanging out at St Gomz with The Pinholes.


The Fairfield Angels, rehearsing a movement based work on Utama.

Aji No Mottos

Long live the Mottos...