2.26.2010

sometimes my arms bend back.

oh hey guess what? bad dreams are like totally back in my life!




only i don't run out of the house screaming, just lay in bed and wait for it to happen all over again. thanks brain!

2.23.2010

i felt so bad, cause i didn't know how to feel bad enough to make him proud.





I remember everything,
down to the sound of you shaving--
the scrape of your razor,
the dully-abrading black hair
that remained
when you clutched at me,
that night I came upstairs, half-dead,
and, in your kindness,
you put me straightaway
in the cupboard,
with a bottle of champagne,
and then, later, on a train.

It was dark out, I was half-dead.
I saw a star fall into the sky,
like a chunk of thrown coal,
as if god himself spat
like a cornered rat.

I really want you to do this for me,
will you have one on me?

It was dark; I was drunk and half-dead,
and we slept, knocking heads,
sitting up in the star-smoking air,
knocking heads like buoys.

Don't you worry for me!
Have one on me!

Meanwhile, I will raise my own glass
to how you made me fast
and expendable,
and I will drink to your excellent health,
and your cruelty.
Will you have one on me?

-from have one on me, by joanna newsom

2.22.2010

there's a possibility all that I had was all I'm gonna get.






You raved and you bitched when you came home about the stupidity of audiences. The goddam 'unskilled laughter' coming from the fifth row. And that's right, that's right — God knows it's depressing. I'm not saying it isn't. But that's none of your business, really. That's none of your business, Franny. An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.
- from franny and zooey

2.19.2010

highly practical.


we make sense print ruling my wall by bubbo.

i once was lost but now i'm found.



looks like halo is taking the abstract route with his art and i am totally into it! also really digging the way he signs his name.

it's damned if you don't and it's damned if you do.




2.16.2010

i was so afraid of the night.


another photo of my mama cuz she's the bees knees.

2.10.2010

2.08.2010

that's not the beginning of the end that's the return to yourself.


happy birthday to the most beautiful, brave, strong, selfless, hopeful, amazing woman i have ever known, i love you mama.

2.02.2010

and when you take, you take the very best of me.



dirty looks at the double R diner and smokey joe's in snoqualmie.