Friday, December 17, 2010

sleeping machines moan, melancholy, far off in the distance

Today is extraordinary
because today is extra ordinary

Monday, December 13, 2010

This time is incongruous with most other things

11:28 pm

probably just this very instant.
probably just the thought of home.
probably just missing out.. but constantly. on something.
one thing or another.
probably another, more times than not.
but perhaps not.

I mean on the contrary i still spend my days writing love songs, and my nights dreaming of singing them to her and sweeping her off her feet.

And when craig's list can give me everything i want out of life!?
I looked at it yesterday. A 250 dollar piano and a telescope. Now all i need is a truck and some space. Isn't that funny though? all i need is some space! a quantity of reality that has yet to even really been conceptually defined. Its fine though.
it always is!
Thats our nature: more or less fine.. regardless
I'd like to take a road trip based on that principal.

11:54 pm

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A progression of time with emphasis

the following are single exposures, no post processing. firing the flash at the end of a long exposure..

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Monday, October 25, 2010

The Suburbs

living vicariously through those who wish to die since the late 1940's

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

boxes of things

the manipulation of an image by bleaching the corresponding negative. This results, more specifically, in the "veiling" of the darkest values of the image. considering, though, that its the negative and not the image itself being bleached and altered, the high key tones instead start to peel.

a solorisation that plays with the effects and process's of the mordancage technique.

the forest..

traditional mordancage..

Saturday, September 4, 2010

A progression of time////and that is//the design of humanity


in windows and in dress
my implied line is compositionally correct
but ethically and logically the contrary
the contrary
is not as beautiful.



Friday, September 3, 2010

an all american rejects song


waterfalls in bedsheets
a series of text messages
computer chat
when its dark like this
when its dull like this
come to my voice
come to my words
come to my thoughts
let them guide you
ill take you to the place
the one you wish we were
you can ride my words
you can let them infiltrate you
let them get inside you
because when nothing else possibly can
at least my words will
waterfalls in bedsheets


Saturday, August 28, 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010

In terms of this


sunny days could be sunnier these days.
a series of songs in a notebook i dont remember writing.
Nights/Steps backward.
Days/skeptical doses of quick and easy friendship/conversations.
Not much of anywhere i can be completely happy right now.
I am fine. this is what inspiration most effectively is.

hypothetical thinking is a double edged sword

The Rest of the Numbered Pencil Family

literally sick over it


Thursday, August 19, 2010

chicken nuggies


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

feelin pretty conor oberst


heres me wallowing at 1:30 in the morning the night before i leave my girlfriend for the year


8:07 pm

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Today Rain makes for Bleeding Traffic Lights


how strange it is, a subtle, draining green in a sea of light the colors of my favorite gummy bears.


Thursday, August 12, 2010

Frank Sinatra


im going to make my blog kid friendly. just a notification.

an obscure progression of time......

Found a poem that read
"Time is infinite,
Time is a canoe"
it was titled "Time".
there was more that i did not care to read


Monday, August 9, 2010

boys and girls

2wo girls tour harbor town on bikes looking at boys. they are wearing dresses with elbow pads and helmets.

Saturday, August 7, 2010



the following words dance with space to the tapped out rhythm of my trembling fingers.

ive decided that if you were a term i would rephrase you.
drawn? i'd erase you.
a stranger? i'd mace you.

but fuck it because i'm blind.
only when the spot on my wall moves is it alive, my eyes don't recognize the ties that bind us all so close or the common things spent roaming upon this earth ill never know. god damn these lenses setting trends is hard in a blurry world cant you realize i can't real eyes anything anymore. so i run hoping with contact with traffic a slapstick end to a life i regret down to the earth where my eyes don't matter, down to the earth where my mind may set.


Friday, August 6, 2010

a notebook where every page is blank except one which reads...

the world is nothing more than a plane upon which ideas are represented. everything necessary for the normal operation of the process of life has been thought about and is a product of thought.

i threw it out moments later

Monday, August 2, 2010

a dull but haunting illness

i think me, my tum, and my bum have crossed a malevolent curse. For since a young age my weeks have never lacked days of matte but persistently irritating gastrointestinal displeasure.

Friday, July 30, 2010



I'm that kind of exhausted that keeps you up all night; the kind that slows down minutes and feels like an accelerated and entirely more motivated day dream. I'm that kind of exhausted that skips comas and periods whilst unaffected, unconcerned, for i have little use for them. at this point it is about a slew of half relevant, half logical thoughts that speed by me like running scenery through a car window. car or train. train or bus. half relevant. certainly.




Not alot to say now


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

a pizza familly

a family of pizza like children and one large male entered a pizza parlor to the dismay of the smallest but oldest child. his input and dissatisfaction was completely disregarded. i left blockbuster. i had rented star wars.

speaking of pizza

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Relatively uninspired


I prefer that which transpires after 12:07am or within the 7 minutes preceding. It is in fact tomorrow while-st sustaining the conduct, content and context of today. It is when My white walls are most ironic; taking moments to color balance and correct for the improper exposure of reality, all within the confides of my mind. Ironic in that way of being most "simple". The truth however is one that states a space void of value or hue is as close to perfection (or imperfection)as one can possibly comprehend, or at least visually relate to. Purity. How simple can perfect be?

I suppose that answer is relative.. like many other things in fact. in fact. in fact.

In fact, the very fabric upon which we exist, the one woven by time and space, has been appointed by mass consent and popular belief to be relative. Einstein said it himself.
I would go as far as to say that if i were to be given the opportunity to create my own religion i would call it Relativity and all of humanity would constantly be in practice accordingly to every molecule ever having corrupted the perfect (or ultimately imperfect) pitch black universe (or void of universe). I would be the most powerful and validated evil to ever feed off the habitual drone of man kind.

words words typed words seemingly entirely relatively uninspired

as for you? goodnight.


Sunday, July 11, 2010





After drawing a 2 and proceeding forth, William Landon received instructions that permitted him to quietly approach a friend; Jason Farworthy, and slip a 7 inch steak knife between two of his ribs. William dragged Jason to his truck and drove him to his residence where he would proceed to bury him beneath the foundation of his own home; the last place investigators were likely to look. William's next moves were bold. He faked his death, revoking his spot in life and deciding it was in his best interest to assume all of the roles that had belonged to Jason. It was the perfect crime. No body. None, at least, besides the one that belonged to a man that was still living. 12 years later the case unraveled and the man formerly known as William Landon stood before a scowling and resentful jury. When he pleaded guilty and the judge asked him why he would commit such a crime against a friend, he responded with no more than "Sorry" and was immediately set free and allowed to live his lives in peace.


Friday, July 9, 2010

I heard a story that


reinforced my belief that life is, quite literally, instantaneous.
It is in effect constantly becoming gone and becoming lightly fortified within the confides of a picture book mind.

I also realize today that road trips happen when miles intermingle with minutes to reform as one, and create a steadily but likely interrupted descending numerical worth.

this is a photograph i took of a radar at night.

This is a photograph i took of a radar at early dusk.


Thursday, July 8, 2010

What could have been; It may have changed everything


a feature length film having to do with the existence of man kind in the year 87,028
length: 2 hours 34 minutes

feature will automatically begin upon the activation of this post...

I want grind-core and dub-step to have a premature and as a result slightly autistic child


Saturday, July 3, 2010

Eye candy


A collage utilizing a Facebook profile picture, as described by the publisher as "not photo shopped"


judgement day came and a divine being approached me inquiring of my deepest secrets and darkest sins


When i turned to him and answered "I am a fan of Miley Cyrus" he spit in my face, laughing, and sent me straight to hell.

I found this house two years ago sitting within the confides of an overgrown lot in down town Bluffton.

Upon revisit to again photograph it, it was no longer there.
the part that confused me was the lot was still overgrown, and in those terms seemingly untouched.


Thursday, July 1, 2010

It asked me what was new


In New Hampshire a 46 year old man by the name of Whitney Parsons becomes legally bound by marriage to his black 80GB iPod classic. The marriage, conducted by a fairy skipper of 2 years, lasted 38 minutes and 12 seconds and is said to have been moderately touching by those who involuntarily attended.

For images actually taken on sight at the wedding feel free to visit

2012 republican candidate Sara Palin held a book signing today in the lobby of the metropolitan museum promoting her newest book release; a narrative cookbook entitled About 16 Reasons I Dress Like a Tramp. The highly anticipated new release is predicted to dominate the "political science of cheffalry" genre; a subcategory coined by Palin last Fall during a rally in western Pennsylvania.

I found a series of interesting and in depth book reviews. for access proceed to the link below:

A Federal intelligence information leak has brought to the public's attention new and shocking information regarding the BP oil spill in the gulf. NATO and PETA divers allegedly witnessed four dolphins chewing away at the seabed surrounding the oil excretion point. Meanwhile, on the corporate level SHELL commissions what partners claim to be " a dolphin oil education and training program" meant to teach dolphins how to avoid eating oil...sounds to me like a bit of a FISHY situation..

see for more information


Wednesday, June 30, 2010

4 places i am remembering, 4 places i am quite fond of



Belize has become my personal December 31


Monday, June 28, 2010

4 children i am remembering, however not exclusively


How can you plan to seek revenge on one you wish to believe has no soul?
keep these kids in your thoughts, a flash flood could take everything away.
an undoing of hope, quite literally; a collapse.



Sunday, January 31, 2010

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

an ode to nights effect



the foundation of the alphabet is
a half lost bag of chocolate candies is

I'm different now then i will be in the morning, that's a generally relate-able quality isn't it?
What about indifference? It's undoubtedly present in my life and goes relatively unchallenged. Do i suffer from indifference or do i reap it's benefits?

I read this a few days ago. It was written by Elizabeth Bowen, an English author, regarding the blackout in France during World War 2

Full moon drenched the city and searched it;
there was not a niche left to stand in.
The effect was remorseless:
London looked like the moon's capital – shallow, cratered, extinct…

While on the subject of talented people i would like to acknowledge this guy

How is talent measured? is it measured in a surplus of victories or in a lack of defeats?
is it achievable or is it simply a relative thing?
is it permanent?

regardless I think we all have it.

In case you were wondering, I'm playing with rubber bands right now.
My mind is wandering and I'm very distracted. I should probably get back to work. It's going to be hard though, I'm feeling spacey and accordingly exhausted.

...(several moments of contemplation)

Despite these things I'm off to continue my paper, hopefully it wont be to much of an ode to nights effect and more than anything a collection of exemplified literary terms.

1:55 am