again with the delays

my grandparents were modernists,
they tossed everything for the next model
and now I just want a type writer
that won't burn my eyes
or try to sell me invisible space
at a dollar a byte.

i long for the simplified experience
just a man getting words off his mind.

too much dairy at breakfast
a dog that won't stop barking out her lungs
choking on the overcast
and waiting for a phone.

I keep working on this research
I really need to start writing,
but I figure the key to my success this time around
should be organization
to not miss an idea
or rush a verb
we shall see.

warm days

I made a song, I will post it soon. GOODTIMES!

sporradic breaks are fun!

here are some drawings and words.


I've been busy and the weather, well its a frigid hell so by the time I get home I'm too numb to do much more than sleep. These works are from the fleeting moments in between.

hugely rough drafts, inspired by buddha and drawing in the dark. enjoy, or hate, feel free to comment.