Alexandria, VA.

 
 

I don't know when

I wrote this. around 1/26/10
 
 
  where did i come from? i am made up of mirrors and chemical substances. reflecting back the nonsense you spat out.
 do you know what i am? i couldn't explain it.
 
  these people are as fake as you are.
 they move and melt in the snow like the day you first remembered anything.
 they'll disintegrate in time but outlast your bodies existence here and most likely, outlast your soul's.
 
  when i felt the four of you in my stomach i snapped into reality.
 between dreams and my semi colored existence. I couldn't tell that the
 mirror was really a doorway leading me to a closed entrance of where i should be. it wouldn't let me in. it wasn't ready.
 
  i'm talking aloud in my head, over existing thoughts. i'm doing this because i think you can hear what i'm saying. i don't want you to know. don't expect shit from anyone. you'll be much happier and surprised that way.

Beau

He bought me pink carnations, they just happen to match my bong;

Me meme nows

Hey kids, I am now a meme. I can die peacefully.

Sleep paralysis

Here is part of a painting that I almost finished:

June in Bed-Stuy

Living in Brooklyn during the summer is something close to a freak show carnival with out the rides, unless you really enjoy riding the bus...

Shits dead.

hybrid bug. this is the underbelly of some green metallic beetle, the head is a horn beetle, and the wings are from a far far away cicada.

Wine flavored blunts.

Don't get high, don't use the internet.
 
 
 
  Someone in my life has been listening to this a lot. It fucking rules. Give them a listen when you have some time. http://bambara.bandcamp.com
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  So here I am, in my Bettie Page attire. This is not what you think it is. It does pay the bills and the occasional instances where I can really let out my aggression are really great. Other than that, I feel like I'm long over due to RUN.
 
  I have to figure out a way to inject resin/epoxy into the bodies of the spiders I want to cast. Hmm. so goddamn messy.

Ghost Ship!

They just got an assload of stickers in the mail. Look out Brooklyn.
 
  http://verytinysongs.wordpress.com/2012/06/04/ghost-ship-golden-girls-ep/
 
  They used on of mah photos! Eeee!
 

well, shit.

"I have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."