It is 9 am on a Tuesday morning… I am naked in my bed, smoking a bowl, watching the original Inspector Gadget cartoon series. No work until 4….God I love my 20’s.
Outside my window you perched your limber body An array of sticky thin threads your home, defense, your creation. A web of three dimensional connect-the-dots, mysterious, beautiful, disturbing. The colors of your exoskeleton a natural attempt to disguise your guise I thought you were cute, and posed little threat but alas you are growing and are beginning to inconvenience and frighten me ...
The Brain's Dark Energy- what goes on when you're... →
that whole breakin shit off with the squeeze...
cut shit off with the main squeeze. time to interview the prospects.
9:32 am: Really? I was so fucked up that I lost the back to my phone and didn’t even notice? Jesus, we sure ended Northside with a bang. Contacts-Advil-Water. Back to Bed. Fuck- 12 pm: I can feel my brain floating in a boundless liquid, engulfed in what is left of my skull. My liver is frowning, my lungs begging.. for more pot to ease my nauseating stomach as it sings repulsion. Too...
Such a trouble maker sometimes…
Are We Really Here?
In the now, you and I. In the beginning I fought the feeling, Now I wonder if this is anything at all… Is it my fault for letting my own indecisiveness stifle my emotions? I was afraid, confused, unwilling. But here, now, I’m far from fearful. I’ve changed my mind… I no longer want to wonder what I am to you. I want to know. Do I want to know? I have grown to...
music my shaman
Hype! the documentary →
Emerging from nothing, I grew Nature unveils my presence. Time passes and the colors of my core are altered, Changing, rustling in the wind I continue. Detached at once from where I subside I drift, floating in a boundless world The wind carries me to a far away land, Intrigued by my free spirit they marvel. Alas I fall to the ground, Withered and torn are the pages of my soul . Decomposed to...
Bushwick Open Studios- This weekend! →
bk ln bking
Despite the terrible condition of the roads around Bushwick… I road my bike home at 5 am drunk and drugged up, with busted handles bars. Champion, i think not. Determined, and possibly still drunk, certainly. I guess I needed to share that.