happy thoughts

along the course of the conversation we gradually separated, she was the dock on the sea and I was the boat that lost its tether and floated away into the ocean, encroaching on the edge of the world there in the unknown -

the wall that no-one knows

I love this picture, that dude is pure artistic force

make of it what you will

"HE WAS SHOT IN THA NECK? HE COULD BE DEAD ALREADY. IMAGINE HES DEAD AND WERE JUST SITTIN HERE CHILLIN."

"DONT TALK LIKE THAT FOO MY HOMIE AINT DEAD. HES ALIVE. HES OKAY."

"BUT THATS REALITY."

just some stiff words

saw a woman sitting, dressed in black with long black hair like lightless fire, sitting in a shop drowning her coffee in whiskey and tears

obomba

OBOMBA SAYS: "abandon all hope." And mc' is quick to add: "ye who enter here." - Abandoned Bz up.

down and in circles

downcast man

free canvases are the best canvases

my autobiography

While I was playing Mario Kart the other day, I determined the name for my autobiography:

"How To Never Win - At Anything".

included will be a chapter on how to have fun while losing. Pretend you don't even play their game: drive the course backwards! Mock the flashing "reverse" sign! Look at your friends with condescension when they, bewildered, comment on your zany antics, and laugh all the way to the nuthouse.

(p.s. - lost 5 straight rounds of pool volleyball today. Keeping the streak alive!)

and foot

the bus driver

The edge of the summer is around the corner - I can tell cause people are getting tired of the sun, and once we cross that threshold there's a good chance of everything turning down and falling like a brick, not a leaf, and breaking apart onto the (now hopeless) indecision of fall's hard ground...

The bus driver, grasping at the wheel and wringing his hands up and down around it, turned his head half-way back and spoke to me: "Nothing ever turns out the way anyone plans. Hell you try and try and get your schemes together in your mind, but ultimately it ain't up to you. I mean, you want ta predict the future, look in the opposite direction of where you're going, that's where you're really headed, yeah sir, every time."

abk

abandoned bombers collab piece

the green man and snake is the portion by Jenkins Prinkensplatt

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

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

first graff

rats

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.