Monday, October 27, 2008

Some images for a certain cyber-cowboy prowlin' the open range lookin' for some event reference photos.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Timeless battery stolen souls would-be
Pinned under glass for looking pleasure

But who is it wants to be saved?
The young ones children virgin peaking
A war for the future that is now
will always be
as a crock.

Silent earth moaning dream peeking
Fools wild through timber-soaked
Means what? Revelry and wine,

"Object reference not set to an instance of an object." RN

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

For Immediate Release

Attention! Look! Everyone WATCH OUT!!!!

Your blog is standardizing you! It's another venue to keep you like everyone else! Check, reference, be sure that your opinion coheres with the general opinion.

Advertise yourself and your thoughts - but do not, DO NOT as you do this, waver from an acceptable way of thinking, pick a side but maintain a standing within some extreme of the established spectrum. Deny, DENY with all your might that the world is three dimensional - keep to your one dimensional opinion and you'll be fine.
Maybe, if you're a "highly creative individual," you spread out into the world of the plane. You creep up or down from the line, you veer off the well-trodden path.

But when, with a BLOG, can you move forward or backward?
When can you spin upside-down in a senseless, impossibly open universe?
How can you type out your autonomy on a standardized venue which caters so essentially to our human instinct to herd and follow?

This is the quietest rebellion. Even more silent and futile than rolling your eyes at the parent demanding that you clean your room. "Don't even THINK about it!" they cry, with tears welling up at the corners of their eyes.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

"I like poems, but not weird poems, you know?"

"...ohhh - that's a nice phone, though. [...] If you don't mind me asking, is it better?"


"Bless you!"

"One hundred dollar question. Which of these states has no Pacific coast line?"

"National Running Associaton?"

Earlier today, Javas sold me a day-old bagel. It was very hard. It was quiet in Javas. The workers moved slowly. The clock was thirty minutes slow. I also bought a banana.

In 1961 Piero Manzoni canned and sold his own shit 90 times.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Help me help you!


if you please,

here it is! Again again again again again...! ...A BLOG!
Until now I had played Bartleby - "I would prefer not to," to, to... to blog! To post my whats, whens, wheres and hows for no one or everyone or anyone.

I'll post photographs. Or I will post nothing. Or I will post words, erratically strung together like lumpy pieces of stale pop-Pop-POP-*POPCORN!* on a string!

These hundreds of thousands of strings of ones and zeros strung together, spun around themselves into threads, woven into sheets, sewn around lumpy cotton imagination into some several-dimensional space and this is my blog. This is just mine, just one of the [insert broad, vaguely researched, hyperbolic, yet still potentially convincing qualifier here] [OR according to December 2007 Technorati blog search engine estimate, 112 million*] blogs on the internet.
So who could possibly be interested in reading this one?