Tuesday, September 29, 2009

POTENTIA (short film)

Sneak peek at the behind the scene
of one of the four short films

photo thanks to Nick Stange


MAGNETIC FIELDS lyrics from the song

"I'm the ugliest guy on the Lower East Side
but I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride
Want to go for a ride?"

Sunday, September 27, 2009



I went to colombus, in- to skate with my friends will, zwizz, and hogan. Skated some spots, got worked, didn't land tricks, got filmed not landing tricks, then went to the skate park. Like i said before i was really tired and was worked, but i ended up skating the hubba in the back. It ruled. Three 14, ok lets say 16, year old girl skaters came near where i was skating and started to talk to me. I saw one of them smoking and asked that if i landed this front tail, could i get a cigarette. She said she only had one more but she implied no. Sick. Now her fat friend said i would get a high five, and pretty much in my mind i said shut up to her. I thought, let me do this front tail on this hubba, back off you stupid bitch. Awesome. So i didn't do it but when i went back up to where they were at, the smoking cigarette girl decided to share her menthol tig with me. Cool.

Saturday, September 26, 2009


This is my attempt NOT to have a huge batch of fotos linked up to my flickr. i got a few new things on there and theres more to come.

Friday, September 25, 2009


Shrill Sound of Wedding Bells

Here's how it goes:

He visits you at your work,

he brings you food to your work,

he asks if you ever need anything.

He pays for your lunch, your dinners.

He picks up your maciato.

he lends you his keys to use his motorbike,

you're not interested.

You were never interested.

But because he's so nice.

So you finally end it.
He's got a hole in his head.
"Vital juice leak", the police say.
You're not heart broken
but you need to clean your shoes.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


If They're "Doing It"

he was a priest, became chaste,

then fell in love.

now he's living on the fifth floor of a sky high.

So he quit.
he sits on the balcony wanting to


its not very high up.

more probable to break a bone then to break the

"but," he says

"but, everyone's jumping."

he looks up to see his lover falling before him.

what a breeze it made.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


This is where i live now.

Clarke and Dylan. Dylan Ettinger is coming out with his first LP. Clarke is in Rude Dudes, another music project Dylan started outside of his own work. Cool stuff.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Sitting on My Porch With Poor Eye Sight

Temperament muggy,
hair to one side,

red night sky,

you're not

as red as the cherry of my


The red light


behind the black curtain

Monday, September 21, 2009



Sunday, September 20, 2009


I have more pictures! Scanning them right now. Hold your horses, they'll be up on my flickr soon. Those digital shorts are coming along too. Give me another month, that's when it should be shown in bloomington, in. Also i have a foto to shoot for a friend's collection of poetry. It might be the cover. I hope so! Here's her blog. It's her words, her beautiful words. It started out as a gypsy drift journal she shares with her soul mate gina but i think they'll both fill it with other things. Good night, I haven't forgotten about you.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

PLUG (Zack Schlemmer)

My good friend Zack Schlemmer finally puts some new shit up on his flickr or find it on the right hand side of the blog. I'm more than happy to share with you.

a good one by schlemdawg


Monday, September 14, 2009


Watch this.
Pipilotti is a video artist. Wiki it if you want.
The music is dreamy.


It'll Be Alot Even

the ones we try
to kill.
the anti-effect
the revolt against
those damn buggers.
well it seems we use chemicals and other man-made
sources to rid the nuisances but
we could always go
to their source,
their food.
give em salt they'll die
they'll shrivel up and they'll die.
you're shit out of luck when you
are on their dinner plate.

"Things To Do" On a Happy Day

to forget about C i havta masturbate

to forget about D i havta headbutt a wall

to forget about J i havta throw up

to forget about S i havta pinch my skin

they all leave me sticky, bruised

hurt on a warm summer afternoon

Thursday, September 10, 2009


i've been eating on 2 dollar 2 lbs of chef boyardee for the past few days. some one take me out to lunch please.


"Hello, would you like to subscribe to a monthly magazine?" "Hello, would you like to subscribe to a monthly magazine?" "Hello, would you like to subscribe to a monthly magazine?" "Hello, would you like to subscribe to a monthly magazine?"

She was pumping gas

standing still like a holy statue.

Even bird shit wouldn't bother her.

Her name tag said sally,

wore a red polo & khaki pants.

I guess it was casual friday.

She was here after a long

day's work

blinking once,

no twice,

no three times.

Stood there like an angel.


an angel who works at the telemarketers.

like i really wanted that

I tried to get

what he wanted to


He once got

What i wanted to get.

He lost the thing he

already had.

I tried to get

what he already had.

And i left with nothing...

but adrenaline & a bruised eye

you should see the other guy.

Just a Job

A beauty like you should be on magazines & posters

movies & t.v.

you don't dress like

a woman but a

woman that's free.

REALLY baggy jeans


REALLY baggy shirt.

you fill the cloth

with charm & looks

I want to talk more about you

you're a natural, darling

come over to my office and I'll show you

your job

hand me your hand.


Blow me a kiss.


you'll be a star, darling.

She left.

"go ahead and call out the next girl."


I've been sick. I had a lot of fucking great ideas for poems but i've been to exhausted to write em down. And i have a bad memory so that never helps any. Give me a few more days and i'll be up and full.

But since i have nothing of mine for you now, here's an edit my friend Rocco made. Mike, Steve, Rocco and Tony visited me from the windy city on labor day weekend ( i still had school that day...DUM!) and i showed them some spots in Bloomington. They love drinking and being rowdy. I wished they stayed longer.

DELTA DELTA from DookieLuv on Vimeo.

Friday, September 4, 2009



Old News

Person ONE:

Steven lost control

of the wheel

and got in a horrible car wreck.

He was rushed to the hospital.

They tried to reanimate

him as fast they could.
That god damn drunkard. I swear
If I

see that trucker I'll murder him.

Steven passed away

last night.

Person TWO:

Well I hope he's alright.

Throwing a Fit

Someone said to me, out of anger, its like playing cards,

you never know what is dealt to your hand.

Its too late.

i thought later on


there are 54 cards
I will know
what is in my hand.
Great joke, joker.

Funny funny

things happen in a room


Was it me?

For all the people (which probably isn't many) who are wondering about my short films, my friend Newman is in my room right now recording, getting shit done. He's recording music for 2 of the four. Once he gets done and my friend Anson gets done with his share of music, we'll be good to go. Last bit of editing, trailering and retrieving a specific sound clip, I'll be able to show it somewhere soon in Bloomington, IN.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


" I need to fall in love again. Or maybe i don't."
-Nick Stange