Tuesday, July 29, 2008


abandoned bombers collab piece

the green man and snake is the portion by Jenkins Prinkensplatt

Friday, July 25, 2008

at the foot of the muses mountain

"Your eyes are like a window to your retinas, in that case...yeah and what else? Retinas, the man says, and no soul - where you come from is where you're going, lump a' cosmic dust strewn across an expanding nothing...

(the jewel-scattered hand still beckons like it's got some desperate thing to prove...)

take your leave to Delphi, try and find some truth, mingled with the python's dream...gotta know how it all ends cause I can tell it's killing you slow, wearing down to nothing what might be your soul..."

-Jenkins Prinkensplatt, from At the Foot of the Muses Mountain

Thursday, July 17, 2008

there can be no rest

O find me here
Look under the never-passing night, it's hot and the moon is mostly full, and you got enough time out here where the lights are now encroaching but still a ways away, you can see em in the distance in a straight line from one side of the horizon to the other,
Find me here,
Where you can write in the moon's bright blue cast, and even at night the shadows fall off of you and onto the ground,
where old buildings and old fences cry desperately to stay standing, prop em up here and there as they need it, and soon everything is coming down...so many memories...
Find me here, amidst falling words that I swear I'll never look at again out of spite, but I know I will, until a Narcissus grows up maybe, maybe just there's something in here that's got wings and soars...
Shed yourself of the rest of society's trappings, the trappings of words, and style and grammar and posture...
Why dontya sit up straight, nobody likes nobody who slouches

Sunday, July 6, 2008

first graff

Wednesday, July 2, 2008


this is a picture of me thinking about doing homework...it's what I look like right before I decide to paint a stupid doodle on the front of my sketch book instead.