i haven't written anything in here in ages. i dont think anyone reads it anyway. i happened to come across some old pics and recently got a photobucket account and have been doing craptons of art. So, for your viewing pleasure:


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if my existance does not contribute to the betterment of the continuance of the planet earth in a healthy state, then. please! someone put a bullet in my head.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh fucking life. i cant figure out if im happy or not i think im totally fucked. why in gods name can i not keep a relationship. another one down the tubes before it even started. i dont feel like getting up from this couch. forever. i just did some painkillers. all my friends are either in poughkipsie or in nyc. nyc makes me fucking ( Read more... )

is pretty, how do you say, boring. i am a medical billing assistant. apparently im doign a very good job because after a week i got a raise. i come home everynight and my mom makes dinner. then i spend the majority of my time booking shows and myspacing around. i sewed some patches onto my sweatshirts. i look fo jobs and apply to them. sometimes we ( Read more... )

i got this design a while back. its by a german zoologist named earnst heakel. he coined the phrase "ontogony recapitulates phylogeny" he contributed to darwins work, and drew this.


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maybe your playing just for me to listen, maybe i should just go,
maybe i was just here nad you didnt ever know
maybe i left with
a feeling you kept
maybe i wept
and then slept
orlistened
or heard
or wondered
absurd

Well, it is and it isnt. i started booking, then stopped. now i started again. i found a new friend who happens to run a DIY produciton co. and now i do too. we are booking the fuck outta NYC and somehow got acess to about 15 or so venues including the knitting factory and northsix. even though i am supposed to be on my way to being a scientist and ( Read more... )

i am boring. i have a stomache ache. i give up booking bands until i get a better venue. i have applied to so many fucking jobs i cant believe it. i want to work and get money. get away from all these people. all 8 million of them. i want my cats back. i want money. i want to have a comfortable bed and i want sex more often. thank you. have a nice

put it in my butt. thats what julian says.

well, well. i thought i didnt have anythign to write and then i remembered that in a crying fit last night i went for a mile walk in the snow to buy a 22 from the mobil station in the middle of town. on the way back, as ai crossed over the train tracks, like i did as a kid everyday, i sat down and drank my beer. i sat there until a train i could ( Read more... )