yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon.

goodbye.

I was the Saturday morning prayer...

It's real early morning
No-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

the afterlife of salvador.

WATER.IS.SLIPPERY.

Roommate Randy made dinner again.
We both have gas.

How cool is Mary?






"First Place Prize Toe Tag"
13" x 38" acrylic & charcoal on wood.

morbid and debilitated.

Freddie the Babysitter?

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So so many things I could’ve done

There was one here before me.