Friday, March 20, 2009

null-all

These are moist times we live in.
If things don't implode - they melt.
One way or another, everything gets wet.
Ashes to ashes; dust to pus.

One way or another, everything gets wet.
Salt, saliva, sperm, and sweat.


Though, more appropriately, I have been one Acquainted with the Night..
There are no stars in this town.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Dough eyes

Oh, how I wish dough faces and flat chests were still desirable or at least in style. I'd be the bell of the ball!
I'm surprised I haven't had dreams of my teeth falling out or turning to pulp yet. But the year is young..


Nina is pure doodle sunshine. Kate is a chess mancala WiZ. Vivi is chased by a slimer.
Note to self: Looking through more old sketchbooks; you like to draw things 'from life' as if they were melting.

Hello, sun.
I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Things inside


4x6 sketchbook I forgot about



9 23 '05 wow!


black shirt?


Assumably Caesar and Cleopatra




cat dispense




and soon again with Egan!

"Pick one!" Rhinestone Rubdown





On break.
Why, it's the most fascinating thing to just be floating around.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

victory day



3hrs of looking in a mirror like trip.
I am become death/
the destroyer of worlds

Sunday, February 1, 2009



I'm not a playa
I just crush a lot.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

200(3)3

I'm depressed!






Not really into anything.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

009

Br8k spent:
CLIMBING THE  SUSTENANCE STEPS OF 3 MEALS/DAY

WATCHING A. HEP'S FACE FALLING IN LOVE OVER
AND OVER N OVER 

MAKIN HELMS

I must down to the seas again - to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks
oh