fa a a aaaa aaa aa a a a a a a d i n g out

the dealer's dog

2015
didn't really begin until we lost Seth
in his apartment dead for a day alone where his little brother found him
i imagine him all pale and pus                    not that i want to
and i'd been hoping to leave my ghosts behind in Louisiana like
like a severed head in a grocery bag. remember-
Nevada got scorched with cash before                           and
Washington's gonna wash out BIG
psychic printed paper              TIME
seven inches to Texas
and they say we can't read the future

put a url in your poem before the joke is over
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLF4wyrzCPc

(btw the score in the North was:
Idaho: one     Montana: three)

2016
the coffee place DT was out of coffee
and the barista was obnoxiously chill

Dog Thoughts

The zine I did with Nighted is out.
http://nighted.storenvy.com/products/15180234-nighted-life-8
If you are one of like four people who know this blog exists then here's a preview of my pages.

The tote I designed for Skylight is a physical thing now.

There is a piece on my photo work in Pacific Dissent magazine's Nov/Dec issue.

I think about how much I want a dog everyday.

I've got work in some group show in Los Angeles on the 28th but that's about all I know about it. I won't be in town.

I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.
I think about how much I want a dog everyday.

I think about how much I want a dog everyday.

california diaspora 2

I'd had more grandiose goals for this little journal other than a dump for unused celly pics when I initially started.

Recent & recommended reading: 
- Our Aesthetic Categories: Zany, Cute, Interesting by Sianne Ngai
- City of Quartz by Mike Davis
- This People magazine article about my friend Zaq that used my photos without asking:
http://www.people.com/article/new-york-man-builds-sovereign-nation-in-Utah

california diaspora

 i'm not from around these parts

never houelle

(a review of Submission, by Michel Houellebecq)*

INTERIOR: ITALIAN RESTAURANT. MIDDAY

The dimly lit foyer of a mediocre Italian restaurant. A handsome Italian gentleman is behind the counter as the restaurant's host. He is early fifties-ish with white hair slicked back. He mindlessly fingers an early nineteen-nineties model cash register that beeps at his insistence.

The door opens, briefly lighting the room, which is lined with shelves displaying framed celebrity portraits and dusty wine bottles. Enter a mushroom-like brunette woman wearing frumpy jeans and puffy shirt. She approaches the counter, quickly at first, but slows almost immediately. Addressing the host, she speaks while sniffing the air.

MUSHROOM WOMAN
Why does it smell like Chinese food in here?

ITALIAN HOST
I don't know. I didn't know it smelled like Chinese food.

MUSHROOM WOMAN
It smells greasy. Like Chinese food.

ITALIAN HOST
Is it you?

MUSHROOM WOMAN
I once boarded an airplane that was on its way to India after it stopped in New York City. The whoooooole flight, everything smelled like curry.

ITALIAN HOST
I love to visit New York City. I love the Italian food.

*Palermo's Ristorante Italiano
Los Angeles, CA




I left and went to the cheap Indian place instead.

"Are you a cop?"

drawn. pending poster design? a shirt?

X      "DO IT!"

Z           "I DID IT!"
X      "DO IT AGAIN!"

Z           "I DID IT!"

X     "AND AGAIN!"
Z           "I DID IT!"
X     "UNDO IT!"

Z           "I DID IT!"
X     "REDO!"
Z           "NO!"

^^
attibuted to leon golub in a letter to hans-ulrich obrist

TYPE TWO DIABETES PROSTATE CANCER AND OTHER MEDICAL PROBLEMS HELP $$$

I SNUCK IN!! #SDCC2015!!

The destitute and desperate crawl out to beg for help and are snubbed by legions of superheros of all franchises and real life religious zealots alike. It's a heckuva scene! My favorite part of the weekend was watching passerbys ignore the massive LCD screen set up in the middle of downtown San Diego, looping close ups of guns violently blasting away at its presumed viewers, repeating for hours on end each day.
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
Despite my usual budget of hardly anything, I managed to pick a copy of Real Deal Comix issue one and a print from Geof Darrow. Also, when it came up between Mr. Darrow and I that I'd snuck into the convention he applauded me and railed against the evils of the corporate domineers who run the thing. "Don't let them take a fucking penny from you." He said.

I took more film than cell phone photos, but here's what I got on that thing:: << >>
The painting of Donald Duck (final img) was priced at $895.00 and that was one of the cheapest things at the booth.