Asleep All Day, Alive All Night
A collection of graphic pieces with no people, no words, just midnight colors and evening splatters.
mon : apr.21.2008
A Quartet of Moving Graphics and Music
Four misplaced parts of a graphical soundscape, threaded with cavernous music.
tue : may.15.2007
Manufactured Attempts at Salvation
In the ruins of Neo Egypt, another synthetic seraph tries to make sense of humanity.
mon : apr.16.2007
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Here's To You, Tampa
wed : jul.02.2008
So Don Orsillo says, "It's been a rough trip to Tampa for Red Sox Nation."
And then they cut to this guy.

Po'm
tue : jul.01.2008
sitting on a cactus couch
clouds like silt hang overhead
smiling into gothic woodwork
whispering words we never said.
august comes before september
only if you wish it so
the cactus blooms all through november
and catches fire in the snow.
bipolar cycles taste angelic
in the coastal living space
we never wanted complication
just some saving for our grace.
gold cucumber passing lanes
vein the desert, vein the mind
the cactus blooms all through december
piercing like a valentine.
walking on a desert road
feet on fire, mind underground
you whisper words into my thorns
and september hears the sound
of words we never meant to be found.
Bacon Barometer
sun : jun.29.2008
The fat has congealed, so it's cool enough to go to bed.
( listen to the pampered cup )
Unecessary Savior
sat : jun.28.2008
What if you lived in a comic book city, like Gotham City or Metropolis, but your superhero had a really awkward name?
There's the usual gang of villains, and whenever evil shows its face, you'd have no choice but to call on...
Capt. Slippery-dildo!
Even if his powers had nothing to do with dildos or being slippery; he just thought it was a cool name.
"Save us, Capt. Slippery-dildo!" you cry.
"Curse you, Slippery-dildo!" the villains growl, shaking their fists in frustration.
SLIPPERY-DILDO SAVES CITY blasted across the headlines.
And you'd have no choice, because he's your superhero.
Here Comes Glenlivet, It's Your Turn
thu : jun.26.2008
I need a stunt liver.
So, on those long nights where I can't even taste the quality of the bourbon any more, I can swap him in to take the hits.
And my real liver gets all the credit.
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