Wednesday, November 3, 2010


It seems I'm in need of a model these days.
It's difficult to avoid looking so self-indulgent
when I only have time to shoot myself.
A n y   t a k e r s ?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Comeback, Round Two.

M i d t e r m s . . .
I guess my class was unaware.
Drop shadows and lens flares
does not a good midterm make.

Comeback, Round One.

Zomg dry spell.
Round two, shortly.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Wear & Tear

Love is the difficult realization that
something other than oneself is real.
- Iris Murdoch

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Don't panic, it's organic.

Feels like ancient history.
Aging and dying are one and the same.
One of these days I'll be productive.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Okay, SOME people read this... (updated)

Oh noes! I've been doodling!
"What once was clean, shall be again..."
I guess It's time to quit.
Progress has been made I suppose... Moving on!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Valium in Volumes.

When it's happening
In the hazy estate
Honey don't be afraid
I got you into my lane
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
This is how true love behaves.

No you don't want to know me
No you don't want to know me
  'Cause you don't really know me
She said

Monday, September 27, 2010

Saturday, September 25, 2010


We're fighting. However hypothetical.
We have to fight. Valiantly. Brilliantly.
Even triumphantly. We must win.
We need to fight. We must idealize.
Fight to speak. Convey. Scream.
Inform the world of who we are. 
Fight now. We mustn't dither.
We have no time for hemming or hawing. 
It would be unjust to postpone the fight.
If we aren't conversing, conveying, screaming,
Then we are false. Lies of omission.
We become hollow. Two faced. Silent.
Every opportunity left underutilized,
Every heartfelt murmur and shout
Becomes a lie. Poison. Falsification.
Tell me.
Fight me.
For the love of God...
Don't be apocryphal.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

There are many of us.

Grab some nummins, maybe someone cuddly, maybe some jammers... beverage...

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

"Transcending history, and the world, a tale of souls and swords, eternally retold."

I see her, I can hear her, feel her, her smell and touch are mine...
yet it is not with my senses that I know she is beautiful.

Monday, September 20, 2010