Monday, August 29, 2016


The turn signals on those cars from the early 70s made vowel and consonant sounds, to me I heard 'Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln...' with a hold on the middle consonant , an up-down 2-pitch pattern. I was 4, I still never heard of the President but I'd heard people talk about the town, in the phone book too where they had all the towns within a few hundred miles. -- OK, I like that, that's good. But today let's try to talk about something that's more focused on what we discussed, back at the start, something that fits better in our outline.

Sunday, August 21, 2016































"I got in a car, rode with evil
Evil evil
Lookin at town ignorin the statues
Jumped in back and
Made us sandwich
Made me afraid so i missed half of livin,
Livin livin
Made me believe in the way life's done
Believed my pride proved in history books
And people excite me today lost their value value
Road got wider, sun scorched landscape
Life got skinny,
Skinny skinny
I asked questions, evil said it
Said im hedging,
Hedging hedging
Waiting for my angle cushion my impact
Said i dont empathy, short term sympathy
Hang my creds on a fluffy collar  
Life as shallow as the edge of a dollar
Wish i could troll all,
Wish i could sequence
Can't do both em its one or the other
Spend half a lifetime choosin which one
Loose half a life on a choice of a branch
That ain't got branches, aint got choices
Ain't got nothing but voices
Tellin you shit about you ain't hurt.

Over easy eggs on a giant enchilada. In the diner that was most crowded AND biggest I ever seen. My waitress was my stereotype, overflow of food and obscenity of wet eggs on top of a whole other meal was a stereotype of excess and freedom. I couldnt eat it all, no way. I took the rest to go, I tried to save it for awhile but tossed it next stop, it had been nothing but an exercise, no value in the arc of a drive long enough for fantasies to flatten back to their original shallowness"  acrylic on canvas

Wednesday, August 10, 2016



On the bright side the only thing worse than working a job is making a resume and going to an interview so at least I don’t gotta do that no more. But when I think about it that my job’s gone flatline on me from when I started it probably up til I’m almost dead, just so I could paint or make art and shit, then I gotta admit ya, maybe it wasn’t the greatest idea in the world and it never hurts to do a little evaluating on what you done with your life, but if you already know no other alternatives are gonna dawn on you then there ain’t any use thinking about it too long

Thursday, August 4, 2016


Signal.
Don’t
secure
the
drama.
Betty.
two-
five.
two-
five.
ristiriitaa ei olla.
ristiriita ollan.
the carouseleksi.
dry,
dry.
dry.