Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Monday, July 28, 2014



It rained! Whoosh! Then the sun came out, and the rain soaked in,
and everything looked clean and shiny, especially the crabgrass.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Cleaner - El Segundo Boulevard - 7/20/2014

Cleaner - El Segundo Boulevard - 7-20-2014

School Lunch

You need magnesium in your diet?
Chew my watch!

Iron deficiency anemia?
Shove a fork up your ass!

We count gangrene as a veggie!

It's a veggie!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014


Fee fi fo fum!
Are we having fun yet?

Hack the fax!
Gag the hag!
Smack the cracker!

My cake aches for you!

Fee fi fo fum!
Are we having fun yet?

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Tuesday, July 8, 2014


I visited a friend of mine in his fifth-floor walk-up in Atlanta
a few days ago, and after I finished huffing and puffing from the
climb, we got down to the serious business of talking about Control,
the new movie about Ian Curtis from Joy Division.

Sam Riley was great as Ian, my friend said, but seeing an actor play
epilepsy in the middle of a concert is still nothing like knowing that
Ian Curtis could actually die at any given moment on stage.

While he was talking I noticed a few wisps of smoke rising through
the floor. "What's that all about?" I said.

"Maybe the building is on fire," my friend said, "but the City Council
just passed an ordinance to reduce fires in old wooden tenements by
ten percent in the next five years, or maybe it was five percent in
the next ten years, or some such shit as that."

So we went back to talking about how some characters like Ian and
Kurt Cobain somehow absorb so much of the world-sickness that there's
no way they can live with it, and if they didn't finish themselves off
maybe a meteor would hit them or a bus would jump the curb or some
other strange accident would befall them as an expression of a great
sickness that is normally distributed over billions of people
but sometimes fully expresses itself in a single individual.

By this time the smoke was so dense that I couldn't even see my friend,
and maybe I remembered that he gave up on his crazy music and his band
and died in 2003, but it doesn't really matter because all of us will
be fucked sooner rather than later, and my friend isn't missing anything
except a little stretch of terminal bullshit.


Midnight at WalMart - Culver City - 7/7/2014

Walmart 2

Friday, July 4, 2014

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