the last roll of sledding pictures is up here now ( Read more... )

The first 70 of the epic sledding photos are up here. Also, sledding illustration is finally on DeviantArt here.

While my image accounts are thawing, here's an illustration of epic sledding, featuring Connor, Kelly, and Allender:

( ¡shazam! )

illustration for Li Po poem
bass I would like

How can you want opposite things at once, and how do you know what's real and what's just being confused? Maybe I'll write this down today. Who knows?

So last night...random city adventure with Allender that was meant to be a posse thing but ended up being me and him, in the seediest clean venue in Baltimore, playing catch with a blown-up surgical glove. But it was brilliant. I wish I had taken my camera ( Read more... )

So last night, an improvised vegan adventure resulted in the coning of Nick Hardy, infront of the window he was sitting beside, with a note reading "¡NICK YOU ARE A LAZY DOUCHE-BUM! LOVE, HAMLET PRINCE OF DENMARK/LORD OF THE DANCE." He didn't even notice after the victory lap/ominous car horn noise. Alas, poor Nick, we knew him well ( Read more... )

I'm feeling like a real ass right now, and I'm only vaguely sure why. Which doesn't make any sense. But there it goes again.

Maybe I can distract myself in art, but everything I'm coming up with is pissy, disturbing, and...dun dun dun...assinine. Touchy stuff and all.
ex. this is your brain, this is your brain on psych class videos ( Read more... )

So today I wrote this poem which is petty and selfish and stupid, but it's probably the most honest thing I've written all year. Sort of a horrible irony- the one thing that's maybe worth reading is the one thing I don't want to show, even with names changed to protect the questionable. I turned it in because I had to turn in something and I barely ( Read more... )

So, we had this thing in CW where we had to pick assignments about images, and I, determined to preserve the wonder of last weekend in writing, decided to take one involving describing shoes so that they became a metaphor for death and somehow mix in spazzy weekend-ness. So I wrote this prose thing that was intended to depict death in a positive ( Read more... )

Heisted from Kelly ( Read more... )