Geez. Write to me, why don't you? How long do I have to wait before you get off your lazy butt and throw down some thoughts. What is up?

In my city
the streets run narrow
making piles of
dog shit
treacherous, indeed.

Everything is so old and run down.... it feels like a movie sometimes.

You know, when I was working on the Elizabeth movie-- they got pissed at me because I was making everything look brand new c. 1588. The art director kept making me age everything! What! Show me a queen that wants 400 year old-looking parchment. The map I made of the Spanish Armada invasion was great! It looked authentic! Then I had to start washing it in coffee.

Anyway, I bet they didn't even use that map.

The French playing card deck was cool, too. I wonder which of the British crew made off with my beloved prop?

Notice: If you see a playing deck of cards, one of a kind, recreated in the lost style of smuggled French stamped cards like the one in this image-- please send a ninja death squad to the posessor of my cards. Thank you, that is all.

Undewater. Fathoms. into Her Depths.
Able-bodied Succubus to Drown all Sailors.
Leagues Beneath the Skin. You will drown with her too.

BROTHERS AND SISTAHS!

This is the Big Rev E talking.
Get out your umbrellas!
We are about to be hit with something big.
I'm tellin' ya...
... better listen up!

I know the score!

Beware the Eye in the Box

trapped in dark ice
up to my ankles
as oncoming floes
sink me

two stories overhead
icicles two meters tall
threaten to break loose
and fall.

shattering on cobbled
streets and crushed
beneath passing feet
they crumble

I submerge