History and Water
May 23, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Originally I presented this image in its spray painted version, but the old school metal plaques are SOOO much cooler.
The Field
December 10, 2011 § 2 Comments
Shot
I would never
Bleed bloody snow
For you
You are not
A revolutionary war
The Interview
May 9, 2011 § 6 Comments
Glinting. That’s its specialty.
My people did not think it was odd I had taken to this small hut in the shadow of…
What? No, I hadn’t thought I would see it happen. Well, not that it wouldn’t happen, but I wouldn’t be here. I underestimated the pull of it. I’ve been there, at night when mother nature’s guard is down. There are noises. Many said it was just the wind. But I got closer, you see. It looked like parts of it were peeling and…there may be a weapon under there. But my eyes, for some reason they started to cross when I got too close and I fell to the ground and only just dragged myself away before I passed out.
Why does it not rot?
The trees refuse to live or die. It’s fucking purgatory out there!
No, no. They say that, but it’s not true. I have lived here for 17 years. THEY are only stuffed shirts behind high walls.
I’m telling you, IT BREATHS. I heard it.
No, I’m quite certain I took those pictures. I think the weapon is being born. Is that crazy? Is it crazy to say it as such?
They installed the boundaries just recently. I don’t know why. But all new noises have started to happen. Even if I sneak like a rabbit, I can’t get close enough to be absolutely sure…
I had heard of this thing, lodged in the earth, smashed here some 47 years ago. Again, why does it not rot? I came thinking, this is my quest. This is my destiny. I wanted nothing more than to understand it, to guard it. They tried to kick me out of my hut, but it’s public land. I am the public! See that. So we made a deal. But they stopped listening to me! I told them and told them…but you see…
No, I don’t want to talk anymore. It’s not going to be here much longer, that’s all I want you to report, ok?
Tell them. It’s going. And I have no idea where or why but its armed.
Now get out of here.
A Summoning Place
April 30, 2011 § 4 Comments
dead swishers
fate whispers
or chemical waterfull
a tumble
Balls
March 22, 2011 § 2 Comments
My grandmother tells dirty jokes and says dillygaf ( do I look like I give a fuck?). My mom recites the lovely poem below. You’re welcome.
Balls said the Queen if I had em I’d be King and the King laughed because he had (two) to ; someone flung camel shit at Random because bullshit hadn’t been invented in those days Random ducked and hit the King Ah Shit said the King and a thousand asses grunted and groaned because in,those days the King’s word was LAW
Where’s the Queen cried the King in bed with Laryngitis ! Laryngitis ! She prefers the dangling dick of a Danish Duke to the puny prick of a Prussian Prince? Ah Fuck the Queen cried the King and a thousand peasants were killed in the stampede because in those days the King s word was LAW
Mr. Hines
March 2, 2011 § 18 Comments
How many milk wagon ideas do you get in a life?
Sometimes
Nature doesn’t nurture
No matter how many
Middle
Yellow
Lines
We paint
A rogue occurence
Can leave us timid,
Under water or snow
Good thing he thought of plowing too.
