all of you buffoons and theives

riding backseat and blasting music like madness at the world, windows down and the air is freezing - c'mon, man, don't those windows go any lower? freeze man freeze -
my mind is reeling and the lights in the night road are smiling at me, and right back at them I agree "ha-ha!" and from the back seat I lean into the front and tell 'em crash man crash - right into anything, feel the car bend crush and shatter and leak oil and bleed...

and they agree but they don't listen, so I sit back into my seat, and watch the spots of light float across the roof like sprites coming to clean up the world or maybe just look at us, and wonder...we'd be cleaned up, the three of us, washed off with a hose...

but the grey-eyed goddess said

run away (quickly)

I don't know who this girl is, but my eye is behind her

harpy

memory

sleep easy

coming soon

messy dirty short comic book in production

maybe seeking to describe the sorry sullen state of mind (and hope)

siren

jank

sirens

Pythia

see what the waters have to say

pomo art

"If the painter and novelist do not want to be, in their turn, apologists for what exists (and minor ones at that), they must renounce such therapeutic occupations. They must question the rules of the art of painting and narration as learned and received from their predecessors. They soon find that such rules are so many methods of deception, seduction, and reassurance that make it impossible to be "truthful." An unprecedented split occurs in both painting and literature. Those who refuse to reexamine the rules of art will make careers in mass conformism, using "correct rules" to bring the endemic desire for reality into communication with objects and situations capable of satisfying it ... As for artists and writers who agree to question the rules of the plastic and narrative arts and perhaps share their suspicions by distributing their work - they are destined to lack credibility in the eyes of the devoted adherents of reality and identity, to find themselves without a guaranteed audience."

-Jean-François Lyotard

(meet me at the back of the blue bus)

we’re all trying to break out of Laodicea - we’re trying to be faithful to walk in the Spirit, not be complacent and lazy and just wait around for death while fooling around lasciviously with things like money and food – we’re trying to forsake that sweet non-sequiter where we say we believe in God but act like we’re meager and inconsequential beings circling pointlessly and aimlessly about the universe toward final sleep and then non-existence – ah the American church and its woefully complacent eyes – I am guilty –