the truth is out there. trust no one.

i'm not so sure why i'm awake. it was one of those, wake up from a dream feeling anxious for what the future holds-type of thing. i roll over to my side. back to stomach. curl up into ball. onto my other side...

i know i can't sink back into sleep. it's done. i'm awake. but still dreaming.

planes landing. everything i'll need in my pink suitcase. simplicity. time change. hills and sharp curving corners. cupboards and fridge brimming with sustenance. loft snoozing. walk in closet. big bay windows. snippets of language in my ears with every step. good smells. good tastes. one foot after another. back yard garden. home grown herbs. public transportation. across the bay. pen pals. portable watercolors. park lounging. real burritos. abandoned architecture. little kids that rule. skate parks. new sketchbook. my barfday. getting lost. all sorts of california winery. oakland. boot wearing mild-temps. toxic waste beach party.

and best of all: goodbye cell phone. goodbye false connections. goodbye social networking. goodbye my head is in the stars. goodbye steeze-jackers. i'm headed off the map, off to where you can't find me.

it is my rebirth and the time has come to once and for all, truly rise above.

the end.

in her kiss i taste the revolution

grrrl time.
wigs, shitty vodka and ultra early morning walks all included.

all that we know is made of machinery

driving back from a weekend in portland, newly and happily introduced to gary numan's pleasure principle.

i believe in evil

visuals of my brain shitting on my moleskin whilst at work and while drinking

oh david...

oh man...

uno dos tres cuatro cinco seis siete ocho nueve diez

we all had a fucking awesome night

click 'em and there you have it!

wargasm

what can i say?? ...early morn photo booth shenanigans

i'm happily on my way to the ol' friend clam shack but am out miraculously early at 3 which is quite the ticket.
hangin with ben after work and it's beautiful out which is a two-fer oner.

i woke up this morning feeling really pressured to figure out what im going to be for halloween...i guess i know what kinda of list i'll be making at the takeout window today.

ahhhhhaahaha he fucking kills me

Blue Velvet

lately

everytime you think you're talkin' you're just movin' your mouth

click for BIG!

LOCAL SPROUTS!!

ben and i have work up at Local Sprouts on Congress St. for the entire month of October!!! It was nice to be inside and warm and dry on first friday as it was quite blustery out! Ben did all the window panes + wood paintings and i printed a few large prints and some illustrations. Thank you to Jazz for helping us get our shit out there and to all who've taken a gander.

west coast

exactly one month until our departure.

BURIED IN THE NUDE

blah blah
these pages are too little
i need a new sketchbook heeeeeeyyyyyooooo!

try to sing me your ego song you're one of them!!!!!