Saturday, June 21, 2008

To Sarah Martin

To My Dear Sarah Martin,
Happy Birthday. I will give you good fabricated money for these: Please?


Six Months later: Same house. different situation. Type setting. type typing. write writing. bike biking. drink drinking. print printing. shoot shoot shooting. Time to make a sandwich.

Power (off)

Monday, June 16, 2008

The Red Line

Chris says i am redlining. the RPM's are at max and i cant push myself further or my engine will break. since i ride a bike that means me. i am going to be redlining until Thursday. does anyone want to be waiting at the finish line to see if i do finish?

Friday, June 13, 2008

Dream State (utah)

My dreams are part of my state of consciousness.
What I really see is overlapped by what I interpret and my memory all going at one time.
I feel it is like when I read a book.
You see Text, but you see the story before your eyes and you or at least I, have the things I have been thinking of all day overlapping one another.
that is all.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008


December, the year’s climax,is the beginning of something beautiful. Its spent in the house I was never raised in, but call my own once a year. It is sunrise and sunset at the same time. The year goes down in flames and the rises anew from the ashes like a Phoenix. Two years ago, the death by Highway Furniture verses Pontiac Le Mans made us recreate ourselves. Last year shook more than just our baby it shook our souls. This year creation is the new destruction. The body eats at itself to live. The mind melts down causing the body to quiver and twitch, producing works unknown to the mind. I have thrown myself into the fire. I am fuel for man’s greatest creation. That which creates or is created can destroy or be destroyed. Tragedy incites the reevaluation of meaning.