Saturday, December 26, 2009

WRITINGS

My Friend


He had a rough night.
Nothing was wrong but a lot
of beer and blunts, I would say.
My friend sat there showing
me songs of pussy cats
meowing, a good tune.
It was upbeat but sad at the same time.
He fell asleep at the top bunk, while
I was staring up at the bottom of his mattress.
There were no stars, not that
i could see
at least.
I woke up from a horrible dream
to a loud thump.
He had fallen off the bed.
It was dark, I looked into his eyes
when he stumbled back up
onto his feet.
He moaned and groaned
speaking gibberish.
"are you alright?" i asked.
He didn't answer.
He stood up started pissing on the wood floor
and said "I got troubles man, troubles."

Thursday, December 24, 2009

WRITINGS

TWO BLONDS ON SATURDAY


Saturday,
I hung up on Carrie.
I had enough.
I saw Melinda the same night.
She looked like how i liked-
Blond.
I touched her too much that night.
Went for a kiss, missed,
got her neck.
The morning wasn't so bad.
She disagreed.
"I'm sorry about Saturday"
I said.

WRITINGS

She Had the Face of An Angel, But
the Body of a Demon


"I want to buy you a drink"
"No. No Thanks. OK."
"Come dance with me."
"I shouldn't... well..."
"Is my hand alright here?"
"higher."
"The night won't be over until you come with me"
"I guess."
"I love you, marry me."

I thought I could at least talk
to her
tete a tete.
Music was loud, but
all I heard was the shake of her hips
her legs
her lips
I asked her to take a seat.
She preferred to stand,
so I sat.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

LOCAL UPDATE 12/23

i went to chicago with my friend tubbs last night to go see the downtown struts. homies from home. friends were there and it was the first time seeing them live. fucking ruled. people coming from iowa, san fransisco, indianapolis and just across the states came to have a good ass time. i got some pictures and will be scanning them and putting them up as soon as i'm back into bloomington.




my friend tubbs has been pretty busy. he's suggested some things to watch.


these documentaries sound interesting:

The Cove

American Movie

Collapse


And this tv show sounds bomb:


Meet the Natives



peep them out cause i'm bout to.





this break is nice and all but i want to get busy again.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

IMAGES

NEW PICTURES ON MY FLICKR!

goin home for christmas.

i'll probably be bloggin.

gonna try to convince my parents dropping out of school was a
good idea.

NOICE.



Check out a few. Click for larger.


Thursday, December 17, 2009

LOCAL UPDATE 12/17

scanning pictures right now! they'll be up soon! so will my website!


BAOHAUS
under construction as of now.

FLICKR FEATURE: NEON TAMBOURINE


this guy rules. neon tambourine he's called. Linked is his flickr.


LOOK AT THESE FOTOS.


CLICK FOR A LARGER SIZE~~!~!!~!!@!~!~!

LOCAL UPDATE 12/17

my new poems kinda suck. more will come, you hear me?

WRITINGS

God Damn It, Everything You Need

Everything you need is there.
It takes another to
realize it
label it
and tell the rest of the town.
That is, from the burn of hot fire
to fruedian slips.
Once someone realizes it,
they give it a title. (to share of course)
It's odd, you can't learn by being told.
But to realize it on
your own.
That way, it burns on like a tattoo,
a reminder into your mind that never wears off.

WRITINGS

Dum Dum and Smarties in the Same Bowl

When she was
happy she moved,

she went and

gone.

When she was sad,

she was

smart, she didn't

flinch,

still as a stone.

She knew her next time

could be a stab at the

heart.




It is not you, It is me


Ahhh
.
I can never get close

enough

Damn atoms wont let me.





If Sleep Feels Like Death


We want to sleep

with others

Every Night
.
Because with someone there
,
Every Night
is reassured.

honey butt,
I love you, But I'm dying alone.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

SKATING

If you never met Luke Shumard then count yourself lucky. Here's an edit of my friend before he went off and died. I mean flew to england and got married. kewt.




The second one is for true die hard fans of Luke Shumard

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

LOCAL UPDATE 12/8

fuck me. nothing yet.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

FEW THINGS

ONE OF THE BEST POEMS I"VE READ LATELY. SERIOUSLY.


There was a young man from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan.
When asked why this was,
He replied “It’s because
I always try to fit as many syllables into the last line as ever possibly I can.”
- unknown