Friday, April 23, 2010
LOCAL UPDATE 4/23
got a bunch of prints done tonight!
im going to china for 2 weeks. bringing my cameras.
byby.
im going to china for 2 weeks. bringing my cameras.
byby.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
WRITINGS
My Wife and I
This girl was the talk of the town. I knew how to get to her. The other guys didn’t get it. Everyone said she was a run around sue, but call me roundabout bill! Her name came from that fact that she was the silent, calm type, but a demon in bed. So I hear. Willingly, she let me in her doors. That’s something that came with her name. Easy as that, I was in her home. She laid on the bed, quiet as I expected. I finished my job, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. As soon as I washed myself off, I walked out. I was now in the living room looking for my shoes.
“It’s time for me to get out of here.” I said out loud.
She didn’t budge, still still as a stone lying on the bed with love all over the sheets. It didn’t bother her that love was all over her sheets. She laid and laid. I guess she didn’t hear me.
“I going to go now.” I yelled once more.
No response, but I heard a peep. It must have been a mouse.
Quiet…
Something started to tingle. The tingling turned to warmth, and the warmth to heat. My feet started to burn.
“my sole! My sole!” I yelped.
My sole was burning. The soles of my feet were burning. I was walking on fire. I was sweating. I didn’t know what to do. I had to keep moving, for that was the only way to alleviate the heat. My feet were still burning. It hurt. The distance to the front door was shorter than going back to her bedroom.
In her room I went.
The blinds on the windows were nice. I thought of leaping out. But that’s the difference between me and the other guys. Unlike those beasts, I had a good mind, and a good conscience.
Not wouldn’t, not shouldn’t. I couldn’t let myself jump.
Though, I did think about leaping.
This girl was the talk of the town. I knew how to get to her. The other guys didn’t get it. Everyone said she was a run around sue, but call me roundabout bill! Her name came from that fact that she was the silent, calm type, but a demon in bed. So I hear. Willingly, she let me in her doors. That’s something that came with her name. Easy as that, I was in her home. She laid on the bed, quiet as I expected. I finished my job, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. As soon as I washed myself off, I walked out. I was now in the living room looking for my shoes.
“It’s time for me to get out of here.” I said out loud.
She didn’t budge, still still as a stone lying on the bed with love all over the sheets. It didn’t bother her that love was all over her sheets. She laid and laid. I guess she didn’t hear me.
“I going to go now.” I yelled once more.
No response, but I heard a peep. It must have been a mouse.
Quiet…
Something started to tingle. The tingling turned to warmth, and the warmth to heat. My feet started to burn.
“my sole! My sole!” I yelped.
My sole was burning. The soles of my feet were burning. I was walking on fire. I was sweating. I didn’t know what to do. I had to keep moving, for that was the only way to alleviate the heat. My feet were still burning. It hurt. The distance to the front door was shorter than going back to her bedroom.
In her room I went.
The blinds on the windows were nice. I thought of leaping out. But that’s the difference between me and the other guys. Unlike those beasts, I had a good mind, and a good conscience.
Not wouldn’t, not shouldn’t. I couldn’t let myself jump.
Though, I did think about leaping.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
LOCAL UPDATE 4/18
scanned the last 35mm from my trip to california. lots of schmaltz. LOTS of schmaltz photos...
printing some images tomorrow... STOKED!!!!!
tubbs is on his way to print too.
everything is looking good.
leave for china in 7 days.
hopefully some writing
before then.
printing some images tomorrow... STOKED!!!!!
tubbs is on his way to print too.
everything is looking good.
leave for china in 7 days.
hopefully some writing
before then.
Friday, April 16, 2010
CELLPHONE PHOTOS
had a birthday. went to a friends birthday. and...
some other things
shadowplaying
looking for love
happy birthday mike!!!
some other things
shadowplaying
looking for love
happy birthday mike!!!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
LOCAL UPDATE 4/10
heres some of the spots i took pictures at.
and heres ed templeton's show "second pass". it was in l.a.
i know im not giving good descriptions of the videos but im really behind and i gotta do some shit. brb!!!!
and heres ed templeton's show "second pass". it was in l.a.
i know im not giving good descriptions of the videos but im really behind and i gotta do some shit. brb!!!!
Friday, April 9, 2010
WRITINGS
For Christiane: The Use of A Foot
The room was unforgiving. The door locked. I was with my boyfriend, but even so, he was a sore.
"Let's go cold turkey together Christiane, make a better life for ourselves. I think i can do it."
What nonsense. He rolled around just as much as I had.
My fever was high and i would avoid loving again to alleviate my stomachache.
I was relapsing hard, pulling the sheets towards me. Detlev challenged me and tugged the sheets his way. we had our backs to one another, which reminded me of the first night we slept together.
Hard to handle.
"Remember, Christiane." I thought to myself. "there is still some hidden in your comb."
(That's how i hid it from my mom.)
I reached high, grabbed it from my shelf (for my self).
Detlev crawled on top of me, with his legs around my hips. My reach was greater. I shoved him off my body.
"You can't do this!" he said. "we're minutes away!"
I'd been used to shooting, but sniffing will have to do. Detlev couldn't control himself and readied the heroin, grabbing it from my hands.
"You are weak!" I yelled. "This is mine!"
it was a weak yell.
It seemed like some time had past.
I find a piece of paper.
I was minutes away from addiction.
I tear that peice of paper.
I was at the peak of the struggle.
I roll that peice of paper.
My stomach came knocking. I spewed everywhere.
"Christiane! You ruined it!"
My foot was in the door, but the door broke my foot.
The room was unforgiving. The door locked. I was with my boyfriend, but even so, he was a sore.
"Let's go cold turkey together Christiane, make a better life for ourselves. I think i can do it."
What nonsense. He rolled around just as much as I had.
My fever was high and i would avoid loving again to alleviate my stomachache.
I was relapsing hard, pulling the sheets towards me. Detlev challenged me and tugged the sheets his way. we had our backs to one another, which reminded me of the first night we slept together.
Hard to handle.
"Remember, Christiane." I thought to myself. "there is still some hidden in your comb."
(That's how i hid it from my mom.)
I reached high, grabbed it from my shelf (for my self).
Detlev crawled on top of me, with his legs around my hips. My reach was greater. I shoved him off my body.
"You can't do this!" he said. "we're minutes away!"
I'd been used to shooting, but sniffing will have to do. Detlev couldn't control himself and readied the heroin, grabbing it from my hands.
"You are weak!" I yelled. "This is mine!"
it was a weak yell.
It seemed like some time had past.
I find a piece of paper.
I was minutes away from addiction.
I tear that peice of paper.
I was at the peak of the struggle.
I roll that peice of paper.
My stomach came knocking. I spewed everywhere.
"Christiane! You ruined it!"
My foot was in the door, but the door broke my foot.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
WRITINGS
Lonely: Only Thoughts
I have one eye to see myself
And another to see you.
I have one hand to handle me
And another to hold you.
I have one ear to trust myself
And another to care for you.
I have one foot to defend myself
And another to keep you down.
I have one ball to coward myself
And another to love.
I have one nostril to smell my bloomed flower
And another to smell your shit.
But I have one heart
Only
Fit for one.
I have one liver to drown myself.
I have one eye to see myself
And another to see you.
I have one hand to handle me
And another to hold you.
I have one ear to trust myself
And another to care for you.
I have one foot to defend myself
And another to keep you down.
I have one ball to coward myself
And another to love.
I have one nostril to smell my bloomed flower
And another to smell your shit.
But I have one heart
Only
Fit for one.
I have one liver to drown myself.
Monday, April 5, 2010
IMAGES (California)
finally got some california pictures up. more to come. heres a few.
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more on my flickr! and there will be more on the way.
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more on my flickr! and there will be more on the way.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
LOCAL UPDATE 4/3
oh yeah and my website is almost up!!!! i'll keep you posted!
writings to come. pray for me.
writings to come. pray for me.
IMAGES
ok finally got all the pictures pre-california trip up on my flickr. check it out on fluidr if you want a better experience. heres a few im glad to share with you on this blog.
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california trip photos coming! stay put!
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california trip photos coming! stay put!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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