Daaaaaang. last night was fucking fun. I liked the freeze tag/ant hospital/ zombie tag games. rolling on the ground getting all itchy zombie style.... and listening to the music. violins. violins.... then dancing ass off to fun bouncy shit digital..... and wreaking havoc on the streets with our tiny riot parade thing. glad they passed out those masks....just rufflin a few feathers. im also pleased whenever i avoid cops. they suck and will ruin my life if i let em. but i got plans and being ar... read more

Current mood: amused

Basically, short and nectarous, I can't keep up with that socialite bitch. She's always bubbling away, cloying, making friends with whomever, and all those early morning plans of hopeful life progressions..... Three hours and 46 minutes later, after a collision with a half-forgotten dream of broken CDs and lost friends, I awaken, dismembered memory surrounding body in an unidentified haze, alcohol singing through veins, regret pulsating inside cranium......regret,... read more

There is a bin of pears slowly decaying in this barren room. A sickly sweet aroma permeates the stagnant air. It isn't cold. The same way garbage warms up the bins, these dying pears generate a mass of heat of their own.
The flies are exalted in a sort of delirious dreamy bliss, giddily appointed to the heart of abundance. Forever fucking on the pears, sucking on the pears, multiplying, bzzzzing in appreciation of instant gratification, intoxicating juices render them brave... read more

Well. My computer is fixed again. I doubt any of you knew that it was broken. No offense, not an insult to your intellect... I'm just hidden out in a very convenient cove of the world that succeeds in covering my life in mist is all. And I like it that way.
Soo... I posted a new picture. The other one was a year old. Change is good. I like it, anyway, change. I know I'm not smiling in the picture. It feels goofy to smile when you are alone, taking pictures of yourself. I was also ... read more

It's 2 am. I have been making artwork since the afternoon. At first I was motivated by an emotional whirlwind moving through me, then mood morphed, and the project just became something I HAD to do. Driven. Driven to make my messy strange art. And now, to write about it. I honestly don't see how my art has much PURPOSE. it will not give you shelter (unless you are a mouse), or food (unless you are a mouse who eats paper and tape)...Hehe. i don't know where that was going. Is this Ahe... read more