Keeping it real, real simple.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Gone Daddy Gone...

Gone back to the states, pray for me... don't let them consume me...

Friday, August 15, 2008

list... putting it in the most obvious place to be...

Things I need to do...
(not chronological order, of course...)

1.- Finish that dam mix already, God...! Check...!
2.- Download everything, leave no evidence... Check...!
3.- Find accommodations on the north side... Check...!
4.- Heart to hearts with heart of hearts club... Check...!
5.-Lock down position, with pinpoint precision... Check...!
6.-First of kin... Check...!
7.-Kiss my momma... Check...!
8.-Kiss your momma... Check...!
9.-Show some genitalia... Check...!
10.-Deny till death... Permanent...!

Saturday, August 09, 2008

As if...



Como si no tuviera suficientes razones para brincarme la border, el 16 de Septiembre, van a estar en el 4th an B 'Red Sparowes' con nada menos y nada mas que el señoron 'Nick Cave' y sus malas semillas... Fuck, I need to get out of here...

Friday, August 08, 2008

Mind fuck buddies...


Dis the association...
preserve the notion and rational evasive persuasion...
that lead, but don't guide...
just dive into the ocean...

Then again theres me, and me again...
my soulless companion, I'm yours...
beneath the beginning of a marginal play..

Take the trade, the deal is made...
clean all the wounds and prey they don't...
they don't believe anymore...

Adorn the unborn in liberty set and beset...
reset and start again and then blame a friend...
that only began to disappear without fear...

Then keys and lockets and other devices...
show patterns and increase the ease...
belief, up in the air with a doubtful stare...
poses, project the motion and the friction in the picture...

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Humble County...


Getting ready for the summer...
I forgot about the fall...
and how I would get home I did not know...

Getting distracted, partially redacted...
on ruin systematically reenacted...

Side view, incredulous design...
defy the weak knees and the broken wrists...

Send me a sign, draw a realign...
sand the paper thin, and send the troops home...

Condone the prisoners habits...
look them up with the bitter hopeless addicts...

pic by (Lee Ann Licini)