"Let us bring to daylight the impulses of midnight contemplation."
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2015 NYC Picasso Exhibit
Images from trip to NYC and the Picasso Exhibit at MOMA.
Full Album"
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2011 Shakespeare's Birthday Photos
2011-Shakespeare Birthday Full Album
Photos from the Celebration
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Photos from Fine Arts New York City Trip (Complete Albums)
Photos from Fine Arts New York City Trip (Complete Albums)
Highlights
Complete Albums of the Individual Locations:
Recent Posts
Alaskan King Crab (At Least Thats What Kind Of Crab Matt Told Me It Was)
This pain is deniable as it is debatable. This pain is strong as it is weak. Obtained at the hand of natures beast as it writhed and wriggled in anger at being caught by the tenacious predator known as man, its final charge, its final insult, its final wound inflicted is the sharp spike plunged into skin. At first a minor pain, but afterwards the innumerable holes ache, made worse by the saltwater still lurking around in his body. This being from depths never seen by the eater is taken out of its habitat and consumed with voracity. It is delicious.
Man, I always thought it was funny how eating crab or lobster can be hard and kind of painful. Its like a last screw you to us shellfish eating human beings. It is tasty.
Super Sprayer
It's absolutely amazing what can be done with spray paint and some magazine pages.
Something, Nothing, and Things. (Pseudo-Intellectual Crap)
Something, Nothing, and Things.
the thirteenth step
broken 50mm
smoke & mirrors
A Discourse on the New Beat, the Nature of Rebellion
9:07 minutes (12.53 MB)
Sound quality is eh, turning down volume helps.
Done off the top of my head.
There is a moment overflowing
there is a moment overflowing
when a passing breeze
fills
the leaves
and the tree sways embracing the air
and it is too big, too good
too much
billowing branches
following, straining, holding, reaching
and
releases
stretching out to the passing air feeling
and quivering rests
remembering
hold and release this world too much for us
everywhere too much
and yet my fingers follow
reaching and grasping
for
memories of moments
beyond me swept
चारिन्
train. bus. almonds and a cool breeze. new hampshire summer air sweetly scented like pine and mountains of oak and musk and fresh flora. so crisp and real and unlike what i came from and what i will eventually go back to. mailing letters past the due date that read of girls drunk on fatigue and insights on howls and Howl and the present effect of alcohol on her social skills. self conscious about the corporation versus the art and how the two are inappropriate toward each other, foreign intruders (of redundancy) who don’t belong in an office mail box. basket? holder?
muscle and muscle and muscle and naps, an ampersand holding them together with fierce shiraz adhesive glue; veins and contours that taper into a form so familiar and missed and sad. gay men married to beautiful women. san francisco 1955. with the steams of and grinds of and maybe a wink of a working eye and the trickery of a phone number. a set up. a scenario of entrapment. roasts & blends.
cherry in the well recording
4:48 minutes (4.4 MB)
i decided to strangle my reservations and it wasn't that hard- so here's a recording of a project i like to call Liquid Meter and the Leaky Quartet. it's a raw recording with my neighboorhood noises (i think a few chirps).
the lyrics are as such:
death be kind and ignore all my crying. i know you got a lot of pleas but replace my old ones for these. come when you may and tell my mother i sent you away. death be kind forget me
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i gave it a title so it's called cherry in the well
there are a lot of versions of this song i hope i can one day really reify it
alright, see ya
