made this from a really blurry (like uber blurry) picture of the harbour where the planes are and some photoshop SkillZ 

just a fern 

creepy all the eyes 

cherries we found at swaylana 

dan 

randomly creepy dog outside of pirate chips. what a shitey day, im off to bed. 

and if that last one didn't remind you enough of aunt-gladices' random picture taking, here is one of my first shots with the new wide angle lens. Following the powerlines down leading you to the movement of the sky is kind of trippy though. 

to start my crap photo-blog for july 1, here is a big ugly arbutus tree near dan's house. 

sorry i have been neglecting writing in this piece of shit seriously for a while. Guess i just don't have a lot to say. Or maybe typing it all out would force me to acknowledge some things i don't want to and it's easier to repress myself. Skills and tools.
fooled.

so rather than blither on i think my next few entries will be a photo-blog and let things flow as they will. Then a thousand ants will carry me off in my sleep to a lake filled with fish-hooks. i'll stomp them but it won't do any good.

prime time deliverance

"the red red lips
of some secret solution
the central intelligence agency
has a file that's a mile
longer than peace
she's naked on the phone
watching them back
no eyes, just their
stupid grins
they long to be liberal mannequins
and in their tiny room
they eat chinese food
and they don't call their wives
'cause the girl in the window
is pressing her breasts
up against the window pane
and the guy they're after
on the floor below is
cutting cocaine higher than the building
a one way trip
who ever thought she'd miss
the ins and outs of oxygen?
the darkest side of the biggest god damn ride
you've ever been on
her mother loves that show
even though she never gets the answers right
it's easier to play along
sometimes more then being wrong
they found her in her room
wearing a pink bunny suit
and sour cherry lipstick
hanging from the closet door
her eyes were wide
maybe to despise
maybe just to look into your
headlight, morning glow
headlight, morning glow
this is it, this is it
prime time deliverance
prime time deliverance
this is it, this is it
prime time deliverance
prime time....
that you have and you hold
that you have and you hold
that you have and you hold
that you have and you hold
that you have and you hold
that you have and you hold
that you have and you hold...
and she says
the best thing you could do
is stay around for awhile"

hello, how are you?

Thanks to everyone who made my birthday entertaining. Wasn't much, but went a long way. Thanks for all the great gifts. i didn't get too many pics from the actual libations themselves, but i'm uploading a ton right now so i'm sure one or two will end up being posted. But, not to worry: hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil.
Sometimes we carve our names in the sand just to sneeze it up and choke. Caramel apple sundae cones holding all of us as the sun drips us to gravities' abuse. All lights and glamour, all cinema. Napster sold out to the man. So-called artists peddling over-priced work with pennies from return. Most simply agree majority is Pro-Tools and production for the masses but how can that be and you can attach the words 'intellectual property rights' to it? Free speech for the dumb. They market music just the same as the market war, and mother-fucker: it works. Get the ethics and you'll get the kids wallets; get their wallets and they'll forget about their ethics.


That's when the bombs start to drop.