Thursday, February 10, 2011

A Few

from last night:
THE FACE

Haru Bangs Double Face

Vegan Shepard's Pie

Smashing

Ben and Harley

Purple Wine Glass

Got lots of film back today.  It's one of my favorite feelings.  Especially if you had no idea what was on the roll you've picked up.  Here's a few from San Francisco:

doo doo doo doo

skank bitch 666

Muir Woods

redwoods

A Hawk on Haight


that fountain looked nice

tiger rainforest jungle crib

Zeke on top of a fallen redwood tree


CAKE

Golden Gate Bridge

Berkeley Tracks... make it big

Redwoods

MOUTH WASHINGTON

Max spray painting cd sleeves and fronts, Sewn by Chelsea

FOOD

so i'm gonna try to take more pictures of things i eat, especially things i cook.
this was tempeh marinated in coconut milk with curry, tumeric, and a dab of tamari
with cauliflower, broccoli, onions, and kale on top of jasmine rice. YUM!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

THIS EVENING!!!!!

SCREAMING FEMALES and MOUTH WASHINGTON at the APHODIAN in PORTLAND MAINE doors at 7 $6!!!!!!!

Monday, February 7, 2011

ride the dragon toward the crimson eye

Dani's in York till Tuesday:
pizza fools and shots

Dani made me these earrings for my birthday



great


even greater


dani in her snow fort

so chill daddy

                        jordan's man was taking phodogs and jordan was watching something. this was a completely accidental shot. it's greatest

Sunday, February 6, 2011

for chuck:

this cracked me up and made me think of you:

THE SUPER BOWL OF LIFE! from Everything Is Terrible! on Vimeo.

i'm a bad person all i do are bad things

Just got back from Portland after a 3 day visit. Lots of wine drinking, pot-lucking, blunt smoking, cold cigarettes, daria watching, doodling, singing, music listening, bar-going, & late night snacks. Mouth Washington just recorded their album with Peapod Records and we all got to listen to it the day after in the basement. It sounds really fucking awesome. So anxious for Wednesday. So anxious for lots of things.

It's incredibly great to be home.

double ear-in' it














most delicious thing ever. rice n' tofu and mushies and peppers and spinach with some crazy garlic sauce at sillys FUCK! so good.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

A Clean Slate

blue patchy sky outside
black circled eyes deep inside
lists intermingle with uncomfortable immediacy
those notes and melody repeating constantly
butterfly knot in my belly
anxious and ready to immerge;
from my blanketed caccoon to feast
to rip through her reptilian scales with sharpened fangs
her screams tearing through the well kept silence
deceit-filled blood splatters white washed walls
she flails her arms and legs uncontrollably
i wrap around her, squeezing tighter with each loop i make
her unfriendly eyes bulge, bloody and frightened
my claws find sweet surrender as they graze the thin skin on her chest
for the last time, lungs rise and fall
my nails pierce and dig in tune with her heartbeat
at last they encircle the organ which i crave
i grasp the pumping beast with 5 fingers ending it's purpose
she lays in a pool of blood which grows with every second
the demon has been defeated
i hold her black heart with two hands
i move in for the kill
and swallow the last of her whole.

the butterflies in my stomach settle.
the knot is gone.
i am replenished.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

TRUST NO ONE

In the past week or so I have found myself re-watching the entire X-files series chronologically. I have just started season 3 and I have reconfirmed the fact that this is my favorite show in recent television history. And Gillian Anderson is a super babe in my book.


i want a house just like mom and dad

Lately:








call the doctor

some dids and some dads. mostly dads.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

i'm not waiting till i grow up

Queen Gandalf


















we lay naked under flannel sheets
recounting dreams with eyes shut tight
the windowpanes echoed drops of rain;
falling on top of the breath between words
left leg, right leg, your leg, my leg
weaving and writhing under cover
bodies rolling like the california landscape
bare but lush
hidden valleys through which we climb
we reach the top unafraid of diving in
flying over naked necks upon our wings made of eyelashes
watching the earth from our planetary perch at the top of the universe
we are still
we entwine hair strands with shooting stars as black holes swallow us in a single gulp.