Wednesday, March 23, 2005

super-bicycle: the ultimate flying machine

I wanted to do something for a friend after reading about a a loss. So while I was supposed to be writing an essay on master-slave duality and moral consciousness in Hegel and Nietzsche, I doodled instead.


I know it's no purple monster, but perhaps super-bike will cheer you a bit.

Good luck in your hunt for new wheels.
For now, you can use the super-bicycle's super-cape.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

good grief charlie brown

cricket, you thought you were a super-hero
but you found out it was just a poster pin-up dialogue
that kept you hanging on; long gone
staging to an audience was just a fantasy
golden curled days were yours to discover
still you let them slide into bottomless drinks
and other blank experiences of small-town
escapist tendencies; on the beach, lying on the beach
with suntans and blanket symmetry, watching waves
lapping, laughing silently at your immobility
sweet fuckers, with burnt tongues licking hot cunts
laugh and daydream and trip through another night
gnawing marrows in your mind, drawing time
like its nothing but a pencil line, erasable and carbon
melting arctic ice-caps, gold-caps, everything has gone to shit,
so suck off another nib; metal teeth don't leave stains,
still morbid: always worthy

Friday, March 11, 2005

black dove


Paloma negra, donde andaras?

Monday, March 07, 2005


I found it today...tucked away in a sketchy old pawn shop (pawn shop selling stolen way!) called 'Uncle Jacob's'.

Now I just have to get it back.

Update: After much drama, debate, and distractios from essay writing (15 pages due tomorrow that I haven't started - I like talking about my proscratination, it makes me feel better about it - it helps me take it less seriously so I don't end up hospitalized for nervous collapse) I got my bike back from the sheisty pawn broker for $40! I'm going to have to write a story

Friday, March 04, 2005

sarnia, in pictures




Thursday, March 03, 2005

for fun n' shit

While flipping through a coursereader aimlessly, not-reading, I decided to write down some words I like, just for their wordiness;


Cheerio(s) my veritible vault dwelling deitific data-space darlings!