True Beginnings

Teaching can be fun..... or HELL! (ask my past teachers hahah)

I like imparting my personal experiences and knowledge to the far reaches of the wonderfully confused world. I don't like to teach, but instead; I like to experiment.

Instead of being my students, you are all my test subjects! Hahahah  =P

Anyway, I ran a trial Stop Motion Animation workshop a few days ago. It went surprisingly well =)
Here's what we came up with.

If you know who and have a way to get a hold on me, we could probably arrange a quick crash course =) [thats if you're interested ;) ]

Erratic Behaviour

Solitude

They say the most beautiful of things should be shared with the ones you love.
The biggest portion of meat should be given to daddy.
The shadiest place under the tree should be reserved for mummy.

These acts of selflessness are never appreciated when done right. To cause a commotion over your "extra effort" to make someone else's life better is to make your appreciation and love a chore.

A job.

A man can work for 40 hours a week, and not complain; because he is doing it for his family. If he doesn't have a family, would he continue doing so?

*I have not, an idea what ^ that is about, but I really just wanted an introduction to better grasp what's down below (no puns intended) haha*

Jitters

Blood pounding in my ears,

Goosebumps creeping down my nape.

A breath of wind sweeping over me,

I am tense.

Eyes darting back and forth,

Licks lips nervously.

Shoulders square and set,

Preparing for fight or flight.

All that came,

All that left.

The coast is clear.

It has begun.

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Humility

The sun has parted from the moon once more,

Lifting itself from the wispy clouds.

As mighty as it may be,

It rises for me.

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Once Upon A Time

Its a strange feeling to wake up and look in the mirror,

To see something that has been present for the past 50 years missing, yet feel completely normal. 

Life leading up to this point has been greatly appreciated, however;

You want to feel sick, 

You want to believe you're unwell, 

But nothing has changed.

We fear ourselves.

When we are most pure,

When we are the weakest,

When we are human.

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The Balding Effect

Hair loss. 

It is a big deal. Stop downplaying it fellow men.

We both know you've taken a hit. Your ego and your pride has been injured. You have lost your proudest possession, and it hurts.

Yes it does.

Yet, it is not the end. 

Just as you begin to break down, and spiral into depression or worse; JUST STOP.

Many people around you will tell you that it is just hair. Nothing much.

Have they been in this situation? Most of them, no.

Have I? No. But I do know your plight. 

Think of the loss of your hair as a new page in the scrapbook. 

Think of all the things you can do with it.

Tattoo your scalp!

Use it as a canvas to explore your creative side!

HAVE FUN!

*I know it may not make much sense to anyone reading this, but it came up pretty well in my mind. Somehow it just came out wrong. Hahaah.

Bald, balding, and yet to be bald men alike. Hold onto your courage, for I am with you.

Transitionally,

Unconventionally,

Always.

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Creeper

I name thee Creeper... 

The door hangs ajar, inviting the darkness into the realm of man. 

Billowing drapes fluttering seamlessly in its fading breath.

A moan escapes from deep within you.

From a distance, I stand watch.

The moon is nigh tonight.

An open invitation to us all.

Creatures of the darkness stray and strafe.

This one is mine.

Mist and fog shrouds around your bed.

Concealed and poised, I creep.

Rising, rising, and risen, I enter.

Tracing around your contours,

Your petite slender figure.

Inhaling the scent lingering on your skin,

It is time.

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Shock Treatment

Cannibal Holocaust - Watch it if you can find it.
Well, GOOGLE it beforehand!

As human beings, we consider ourselves as advanced sentient creatures; having the abilities to think ahead and create many wonderful things to enhance our miserable lives.

Yet however much we may be smarter or more cunning, we are still animals. Feral and violent.
We may cringe or pretend to, when we observe or witness an act of violence such as suicides and murders, accidents too, but deep inside, we feel a strange and disturbing sense of satisfaction.
Watching another in pain, watching another living being suffering makes us feel better about ourselves. It makes us feel like we are more fortunate than them, it makes us believe that it will only happen to "people like them", and never to us, because we are good/ better/ or more well off.

"Elitism is the greatest lies we tell ourselves each day, everyday throughout our petty unimportant lives"

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Violence is the key to survival. 

"Sheep will always be sheep, the prey; unless one day, when the sheep starts to devour its predators; a new life will begin for all"

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The general society makes us conform and comply to the "hidden/invisible" rules of "being human". We are taught that man trapping is wrong, yet animal trapping is acceptable.

Why?

Why is killing another creature that does not resemble what you see in the mirror daily acceptable, whilst the killing of someone like you considered murder?

*My train of thought has left me, and I am unable to complete this essay. I do sincerely apologise, to the kind readers out there; but do yourself a favour. Ask yourself these questions at least once a day, for a week; you might probably understand what I'm getting at.*

To me, 

Jeremy the boy; and Jeremiah the dog is the same.

Both are creatures of the living world,

Both are feral creatures.

Both are monsters,

Just like you and I.

*Viewer discretion advised*

(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Nipples

I do apologize for the lack of man nipples. They're harder to model =P

Proud and strong,

From time to time,

Some stand tall,

Others don't.

I know when you're feeling cold.

I know when you like what you see.

I know when you think of me.

Regardless of he, she or... it?

We all have it,

Essential to survival it is,

Yet why are we so afraid,

To let me be portrayed?

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