Thursday, August 31, 2006

r3d r00m


Tuesday, August 29, 2006

b@d m0on r1s1ng


Sunday, August 27, 2006

g0ds |3e D@mn'd


Friday, August 25, 2006

0ut & ab0ut


Wednesday, August 23, 2006


these things happen...

she speaks first ...
"so why do you like me?"
"i dont"
"be nice"
"your light"
"my light?"
"yer light."
"how so?"
"it's so bright i think i can see it from my bedroom window at night."
"all the way from San Peeedro?"
"it's bright"
"that's tight"
"aw ight :)"

Friday, August 18, 2006



ne\/\/\ h@1rcut ! -w00t


Monday, August 14, 2006

lo$t in L./\.

being lost in los angeles is like being lost in a warm dusty babylon teaming strong with brown crowds and luxury class heros. every day the vastness extends beyond the horizon while the coyotes dig in the trashcans behind the stores.

i can hear them calling out in the still of the 10's traffic, like the white dry ghosts of old movie legends stirring circles in the wind out by the 7-11.

yes, this city shines bright in the summer sun. so bright it stings the eyes. so brilliant it boggles the mind.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

l@zy $aturd@y


0,/\/\,g ... \/\/+f?


Thursday, August 10, 2006


lets take a walk...

lets walk from here to where ever, and when we get there we can sit by the sea and listen to the birds mock our flightless bodies. we can write our names in the sand and laugh until the world passes, just 45 minutes to away.

the end of the moment, and the last warm orange flash of a bright yellow day.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

l@kers ru|_e


1n th# p3dr0

out in the warm sun of my dusty beach home. taking in the local flavor and tasting the air between the most beautiful day in 200o and 6.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

... 0ff the bo0ks


Sunday, August 06, 2006

d3ar d3ad g1rl - part 4

dear dead girl...

something seems to have snapped. my mind drifts no-longer to the old stories, even though i know they are there. they still seem to hang fat in the air with no intention of leaving. like a nice pink fog, but i guess i just cant see them anymore.

its really a shame, because they were so much fun. so much fun that even the blank space that they left behind sometimes echoe tiny giggles in to the charged air of my mind's mind... making me laugh... for no reason at all.

i do that a lot these days.

c'est fromage luv... c'est fromage...

Saturday, August 05, 2006





Friday, August 04, 2006

th3 c1rcle

it's as if ...

it's as if life just lets you know when the whole thing is working like a well oiled machine. clicking and purring in time with the second sight of the collective unconscious. chisling at the air like a pneumatic dream flashing hot and bright in the dusty season's breeze. summer is here and calling the shots.

un1- |3ro\/\/


m^re j^llies


m3 & th3 $ea


\/\/ / g1ant


Thursday, August 03, 2006


wow, wow, wow...

the mystery of someone slightly caring that i smile.

i guess i'm cheap.