mayhem is the devil's voicebox and the good lord's building blocks.

...and, for me and my house, we will serve the fox.

(cont'd)

watch this.

last night hans, frankie, kretzer and i saw a film called *lost in translation ( Read more... )

unfortunately, i recalled a couple other times i've cried to the same degree in that time period, but for negative reasons. i count crying as any moment when tears build in the eyes and can't be blinked away ( Read more... )

i didn't leave the apartment today. been sleeping erratically ( Read more... )

weather nice. went outside and skin felt good. fifteen mile per hour breeze, high seventies. rustling leaves give chase and there's a hint of a chill behind the ears, all under the wondrously allaying canopy of overcast skies. at last, dark dayz to match the nights. rain without rain. dry and analeptic; cleansing and painless ( Read more... )

nothing's lonely now ( Read more... )

case in point: until today i hadn't been out of the apartment since the last time i wrote on not being at the apartment; and today was greatly contrasting ( Read more... )

the carnies reshot a silly scene involving my brother and me this past afternoon. the original from a year ago seemed adequate. i even had a better feeling about that one. hopefully joe edits this one really well. i can't believe it's been a full year since we initially shot that scene. it seems like only a few months ago ( Read more... )

a couple nights ago my friend peter, who i love very much and with whom i co-own the sun, accused me of being wrong about something. i was not, because i am never wrong ( Read more... )