yum yum.

For a Moment
I desired but an apple,
Perfection,
Beauty at it’s finest.
I craved for it
’s sweet, crunchy juice,
like a trap craves mice.
The nutrients,
of course,
Make my Brain Hungry.

welcome to my day.

~SsoOmMeEWwhHeErReE amongst all this~
There is something very IMPORTANT!…
Somewhere, in here…
Where did it get to.?.
Here?.
No — oh, thought that was it..
Where is it..?
what-
tHERE?
Is that it?
¿What?
Where?!
Here?
Here.
There?..
Here?!
Hear!?
What??
Where is it!?!?!?
wHERE?
What’S IMPORTANT???
That?
What?!
Important?
HERE?

wittee bantr

Zceletonnez

Still lost in that moment..

Upon the roof-top
Under the moon-light
This blustery night

Hearing the snow-fall
On the streets below
Suburbia is quiet

This morsel of time
I have decided
Has meaning

Briefly aware of a global conciousness
I sense a human state of unaroused
Candles flicker in the soft breeze

As a lonely sadness sweeps the globe
I tire at the thought of thinking
There’s no use for guilt now

I feel happy.

Forever lost in a moment..

click on the art.

ever impressive people stuff

watch this
a watch on my wrist
clockwork and time
time
as primitive as fire
as modern as a smoke detector, bleep bleep

right now
right then
write a letter to a friend
write a letter of the alphabet
write several in a line
words are sorcerous trickery
more primitive than ink,
but as modern as a printer

I wonder what the first music sounded like.
eventually somebody composed something
catchy enough for a large audience to enjoy.
Their music influenced some other, newer
musicians, then that happened a bunch more
times. That still happens. Eventually the great
composers, Mozart, Bach and those other guys,
then eventually The Beatles.

I can’t believe I’ve only been listening to The
Beatles for, like 2 years. They are really good.

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work!

Based on a true story

Yes, I like negative images. This is actually (somewhat of) a new piece of art.

More new art coming Christmas 2009…

every precious human being.

Her soft satin belly, like a tiny ocean, sways
With each breath comes a mighty tiny rumble
Inside her rugged, comfortable, mobile cage,
She sleeps
Like just a solid chunk of temporary flesh

This improbable, natural machine, after all,
Seems to “feel”
Maybe “I” should “care”

A million trees repeat themselves.
The dark, the heat and stagnant air
nod a hundred heads in seats to sleep.
Stops at all the Circle K’s. This one stays
still and sound, head down. Blinding glints
of grey-white sky flash from bog-patches
like shattered glass in an underpass.

He’s undisturbed for hours. Trucks pass,
gears clash. A radio drifts on and slowly
off again. That’s when they see the stain.
He wakes, dazed. A steward sighs. His face
rash-red, he ambles to the back. With him
a sour cloud of piss-rank khaki. Aisles gag
and wake as damp night sags over the maples.

TRILLIUM FOUNDATION

Hello friends, I’d like to share with you some music from a new project I’ve been working on with a couple of good friends, Sarah Good & Scott Johnson. Trillium Foundation is √øxå-∂røne hea√en for sleepy bå†s. We’ll be making tapes/cds/vinyl/8-track and phonographs real soon. In the meantime, please enjoy this short preview:
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C.B.F.E.

Along the shapes of the lost cradle.

I remember, I do.

The memory was of the earliest days
Brief but radiant freedom
Not only in a spirit of religious ecstasy
But also in search of my own distinctive roots
Peculiar nostalgia
Strong enough to prevent any sense of finality or permanence

up in the sky on a cloudy day, somehow,

…and he conquered that town with just the Earth in his head
conceived the rusty old man on mashed-potato Mountain
before it was clear to him,
that in the Mountains,
the Future lies.
for the very Information
that is buried inside
will eventually escape
if we don’t turn it into Noise fast enough…

do we have any CONTROL?

8mm, mostly


ft. garbage juice on bass

There,

ho hum

supr mnml + wtrbd

supr mnml
pppppprrrrrrrreeeeeellllllllliiiiiiimmmmm

pppppperrrrvvvvsssnnnnaacccckkkkk

wtrbd

wwwwwttttttttrrrrrbbbbbbbeeedddddd

Why We Didn’t Make it to the Movie

One day we rise from bed and it’s the future
outside a man coughs and coughs and spits
wow, we think to ourselves,
what interesting customs there are here
in this time

we scan the place for differences
and for signs of the past we left behind
we find yogurt, two days expired
we find very little else to eat, surely scavenged
by irradiated future men
but not so irradiated that they’d eat expired yogurt
we imagine the chunks, the odor, the sour
we feel lucky to be alive
our bodies sleeping for who knows how long
so vulnerable in retrospect
we vow not to let it happen again
we grow crazy eyed and half feral
in the following several minutes
stomping around, dragging knuckles
grunt grunt
this is how things are now, we have to accept it
it’s bleak but we can survive
and I don’t have to turn in that paper
and I can breathe