I wrote the script for Do You Believe in Love After Love , in student competition end of September at the Dutch Film Festival, directed by my friend and master for life Jovana Tokić
silkscreen size aprrox. A1
Despite the high cost of living, it still continues to be very popular
Hukt awn fonix wurkt fur mee
IF I AGREED WITH YOU, WE’D BOTH BE WRONG
TEMPORARILY OUT OF MY MIND. PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE
I’m not trying to be difficult. It just comes naturally.
I’m not ANTI-SOCIAL I’m just not user friendly
X .CONFUSION X. UNCERTAINTY X. HAVOC – MY JOB HERE IS DONE
ADVICE is Cheap! Supply Always Exceeds Demand
I’ll try to be Nicer If you try to be smarter
SARCASM JUST ANOTHER SERVICE I OFFER
DNA National Dyslexic Association
I RECYCLE I WORE THIS SHIRT YESTERDAY
PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY KNOW EVERYTHING ARE ANNOYING TO THOSE OF US WHO ACTUALLY DO
Top Ten reasons to procrastinate
It’s all mind over matter. If I don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
I googled your brain & the search returned “Object Not Found”
The truly educated never graduate
PROUD TO BE A PAIN IN THE (ASS)
T Super Teacher
Many have a photographic memory, some just don’t have any film!
I’d like to help you out (which way did you come in)
Don’t take LIFE TOO seriously, no one gets out ALIVE!
It’s better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt
Dare to be smart
EDUCATION IS WHAT IS LEFT WHEN WHAT HAS BEEN LEARNED HAS BEEN FORGOTTEN
I was a SLACKER before it was fashionable
BODY OF A GOD (UNFORTUNATELY IT’S BUDDHA)
Humility is all that keeps me from perfection
If you are reading this shirt you are too nosy
JV SPELING TEAM
If you think I don’t understand, I don’t have to pretend that I do
What does incognizant mean?
THE GUY BESIDE ME.. HAS NO FRIENDS
do i look like your therapist?
I’M KIND OF A BIG DEAL
It isn’t going to lick itself!
YEAH? WELL AT LEAST I’M NOT UGLY!
MARRIAGE WAS HER IDEA
I’m hotter than your girlfriend
If the VOICES i my head Don’t SHUT UP I’m going To POKE Them With A Q-TIP
I hate annoying people
You say bitch like it’s a bad thing
queen OF THE TRAILER PARK
STOP STARING AT MY CHEST
DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M BEAUTIFUL HATE ME BECAUSE I HAVE HUGE BOOBS
I ain’t getting paid to entertain
YOU CAN LOOK BUT DON’T TOUCH
It’s a vegan thing. You wouldn’t understand.
WORK That Annoying Time Between Naps And Coffee Breaks
Save Tha Drama Fo Ya Mama
I could just tell you to go away..
Can’t think… just botox’d my brain… can’t think…
I sell Clean Urine Call 1800-PotHead 100% Guaranted Or Pot Money Back
Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.
It’s my job to be annoying!
CONCEITED WITH A REASON
VODKA connecting people
Lucky girl (strike)
I’m with stupid
Fuck google, ask me
Fuck google, you found me
Beer helps ugly men have sex since it’s invention
They say I was in Amsterdam, but I can’t remember
SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
I have a girlfriend, but you can still try
I’m not over my ex, but I’m up for random sex
Masturbation is not a crime
I am not gay, but my boyfriend is
Love me tender, love met true, but fuck me hard
Can you fuck as well as you dance?
Licht je keuzes toe over je leven in een TV-programma en wordt herinnerd aan wat er écht toe doet in het het leven. Pas als je spreektijd wordt teruggedrongen to vijf minuten, snap je waar het werkelijk over gaat, vier van de vijf minuten ben jij niet aan het woord, want wijsheid, zo is door anderen besloten, kan beter niet aan jou worden overgelaten. Als er met behulp van jouw beeld, zielig of ecstatisch, in combinatie met drie bevestigende antwoorden, de juiste conclusies kunnen worden getrokken, en het grotere geheel wat telt is vastgesteld, kan jij tevreden, voldaan en met nieuwe beseffen terug naar huis, maar niet voor het angstzweet voor de onherroepelijke teleurstelling je uitbreekt. Intussen ben je al gearriveerd, thuis en wel, waar je ook al niet telt.
The rats ate everything in my house. You wouldn’t have imagined it, but this is what happened. Thick plastic lunch-boxes, is how it started. Then the metal trash can, there were holes in it. I had already stopped eating in my house, there was no food around at that point. Already then, it didn’t feel as it used to, coming home. Eating is a very intimate thing, a ritual related to feeling at home. I am not comfortable with eating in public, so this had an impact on my state of mind. I am comfortable when I am with a friend or someone I know, eating in public, but eating alone out in public, it just feels kind of.. vulgar. Anyway, you’d think that with no food around, the rats would have nothing to eat and therefore stay away, and find some other place to score, or they could just die, maybe. But this didn’t happen. First, having started eating anything any food had even been stored in or prepared in, when all those things were gone, also including pots, pans, the stove and oven, they started gnawing on all other furniture that had nothing to do with food. If your eyebrows hadn’t been raised yet, now’s probably the time. No-one was coming to my house anymore, I made up stories for them not having to come to my place. Really, I dared to tell no-one because it was shameful, and I’m sure it would have sounded disgusting to say ‘hey, my house is being chown down by rats’. What can you say at that point, still wanting friends around and all. And I was itchy all the time..
At this point I had no furniture anymore, just some chewed-on remnants of my belongings. Actually for a moment I like this new sparse interior of my apartment, and did a little dance on the bare floors. With now nothing left to eat, there was only the house left.. The way I see this occurrence in my life is as a reason to be more ‘one with nature’. The forest is now my home, but I don’t bother building a shack because each time it’s chewed down to the floor. I am at one with my fate, I embrace it.
The best medicine against feeling bad is to crawl into bed under a blanket and to be trying to prevent yourself from crying. You don’t leave from under the blanket until the feeling of ‘bad’ is over. It is allowed to order food from the bed, but only if the food can be taken in with a straw, through which you suck the food. Don’t allow anyone else near or under the blanket. In these moments of ‘bad’, isolation is key. Failing to take certain steps from this plan is a recipe for the failure of your self-treatment. When in doubt, try not to cry harder. When trying not to cry doesn’t work, assume an uncomfortable position for extended stretches of time. While it may never end, cheer yourself up with the thought that other people are not feeling bad.
Plastic is just fine with me and in all kinds of colors. Although I do not eat plastic, I consume it, and though I don’t feed liquid plastic to my new-born baby through my breasts, it could be like that, my breasts are plastic. If someone had a nightmare about my plastic breasts, that fear would be based on a hard reality, though newer forms of plastic breasts might be softer and more flexible to the touch. Not all types may be able to knock you out cold anymore, through plastic having become a part of my body it feels natural. My breasts may outlast me, only slowly disintegrating, after my death, somewhere par on the speed of my bones decaying, resulting in a coffin’s contents overtime looking different than the traditional old church remains. Perhaps more like a glow-in-the-dark keychain skeleton you willingly make dance to your whims, a ‘danse macabre plastique’, perhaps? The skeleton maybe more willing to tango for two than you had previously imagined.
When my excess fat mounds reach new limits, pushing for new boundaries, new countries borders to invade, new jeans, and a new appetite, I can’t stop thinking about tuna sandwiches with unnecessary squirts and splurts of mayonaise inserted, of the new ‘extra-fat’ kind, you know, for ‘men-only’. Is the privilege of superfluous fat unjustly bound by gender? Anyhow, dollops of extra-fat factory-made mayo with no expiration date, all of that nor-liquid-nor-solid grease coming out of the sides of my sandwich, just so it can drop down on my belly. Now is when fats meet fats, from animal fats to vegetable fats, separated by a stretched layer of skin. I don’t mind, an understanding I get from certain people when I am rubbing the mayo with bits of tuna over my bare belly peaking out of my too-tight pants. My living I make this way, with people watching for their pleasure my reality, as their senses are stimulated and they reach a climax.