oak mot!

you are as sparkling as jon dore's eyes.
and i really love you.
for all the kittens out there - i am glad you are black and white
xoxoxogonzo

wherein our hero questions your authenticity

i can never think of anything intelligent / interesting to say
other than the negative to the negative of all else

hesitation and consequence
, an archival of failure





inspirations ::
BOYD RICE
andy warhol
anton newcombe
anton lavey
charles manson
claudia kishi
mollie sue
catherine lawrence
mark z danielewski
hoop girl [from ooooh so long ago. she haunts thoughts that cross years]
francis picabia
lovecraft ;;; springtime is lovecraft, with the discovery of underground lairs and crypto-everything.

all i can do is rebel the rebels, protest the protest



MY MOTHER SAID
TO GET THINGS DONE
YOU BETTER NOT MESS WITH MAJOR TOM

goodbye agamemnon

forget everything you knew about the will to conquer
forget everything you knew about the will to power
forget everything you knew about your selves

this is you infinite wisdom tooth / my last night in bed with you
[there are no words]

i'll have a new camera in a couple of weeks but until then
a salute to my 4 years with the beefiest cheesiest piece of glass encased in black plastic.

reference a plenty.

excuse us all as we pull our bodies together
falling apart at every seam
can't help from falling over every edge

my lungs are about as comprehensible as




my head is as hazy as this city we struggle for




what looks more graphically pleasing
1PPP 2PPP 3PPP 4PPP 5PPP 6PPP 7PPP 8PPP 9PPP
?

lesson of the weak ::
'Wer im Glashaus sitzt, sollte nicht mit Steinen werfen.'

the thing with prayer is
that even though it may not be the most reliable method of healing
it does no harm to anyone, and best of all it is silent and free.



just stay out of the gift shop.

i like my nostalgia. it is my own self pilgrimage to visit these sites on accidental occasion.
even if there are no accidents.
no matter the cost, friendships are worth celebrating.




plans.

mockdate.

here are some things to tame the masses.

wearing a dress, recycled from a baby blanket.
this was what i did to help recover from my illness on spring break.




detail 'my stinging words'
on rereading many journal entries from ~2004, i have realized just how at fault i was to the situation. i won't take responsibility for this person's actions, and i have yet to find the initiative to apologize for giving reason to perpetuate ridiculous behavior, or to even make them think that it is ok.
the day will come when you, too, will die. i long for the day to see your face in the newspaper, the only problem is they will be called a 'hero' by many. and i will be called a liar. we'll see.



published, here
'nomade's land'. pretty stoked.
i'm a half decent writer, i suppose. you know, having been a liberal artist for several years.

and, a peek into the future.
/pulsars.



i am sick of this class. all classes.
4 weeks.
then summer school.