It all starts with hedghogs, mammals, whales in freeze frame.. a frantic sketch of static on the melting screen fly-through. a furry mammals iris gives way to the apocolyptic spread of its pupil. in this ever-expanding blackness there is a black and white reflection, slowly fading to color, of a godlike pencil in the sky. the graphite tip smashes ( Read more... )

my simple contruction of cardboard ( Read more... )

tiny little gofers are burrowing benieth my skin, plucking my hair down like carrots... fucking windows.

at night when i walk out into the redwoods to go to sleep i look up at the stars. stare for a moment. a breathy undertoned 'woah' seeps from the depths of my throught. from the epiglotis. the word drivin by the thought /whare are we going?/ to the lungs? to be digested? who is deciding this... our presedent? is our socity about to digest and ( Read more... )

whares the hair dryer that was here ( Read more... )

thoughts are by-products in the spitual reaction of existance

do you interperate the spaces where the right words linger unspoken?
-then keep the caligraphy to your self?
do you test the waters of what you create?
-this is somthing we both know.
do you add another layer, and write me a letter back?

the beauty of arterys throbing-tendons sanping shut durring a scary movie ( Read more... )

{ahhhh, sinue sensability and salt water contagious.}

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these organic line forms have to somehow make constructable sence ( Read more... )