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."