Thursday, November 6, 2014


I went on a late night bike ride around the park, all sniffles and flying thoughts. Rode in circles around the moonlit statues, feeling a surge of fear whenever I would get too close. I realized much later that this fear is a result of their impassiveness, and of the knowledge that they have attained what we, in the fleeting flurry of our lives, will never know. Immutability. Presence. Forevers.

Later in bed: I lost my arm, don’t remember how, but one of my colleagues began stuffing it with all sorts of food. He must have asked me what I wanted because I distinctly remember feeling excited about the possibilities. I ended up sticking to meat sauce and some sort of fancy bread to replace my bones and joints. After my arm was set back in place, I took a couple of big bites of my corporeal sloppy Joe.

My arm is my arm again, and I’m gonna eat it.

Getting sick.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Flights of Fancy

Dreaming of doing magic.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

French girls

New video for my brothers Tav Exotic from their new 7" on Lexidisques
Spidey senses tinglin and symbiotes risin!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

For friends are the best

In honor of them all and our shared summer full of:
quick fixes
unwelcome surprises
café central binges (an ongoing pursuit)
instant love
inexplicable loss
inert lions
goddess complexes
good will
bad results
invaluable growth

Friday, September 26, 2014

Under the bullshit sun

Drawing in the Italian countryside brought forth Moebian shrubbery, an eye for an eye, and the cementing of Portuguese tiles in my mind.