Continuity
When you were young you were so beautiful. What happened?
Did you change or did I? When did you become this thing? This keepsake? This memento that only clutters my life but which I cannot yet bare to throw away?
It’s hard to talk to you, hard to read your words - just- no easy way to express how I don’t care…
About your kids or your house, about your spirituality or your job; about how happy you are now that you’re finally settling into life. Life isn’t a puzzle. There are no hard edges to find, no border that makes the picture easier to put together. Or at least, there doesn’t have to be. That jigsaw you’ve preserved under heavy glass, none of it is you.
Once you were all about how the wave wins in the end. Grinding bodies back into the ocean, back to where we come from.
I miss the you that was metaphor. High pain threshold. Skinned knees. Goddamn you were something special when you were a failure.
Spectacular. Crushing. Always reaching. Overreaching. Wet, aching, bruised, sharp.
And I am sure that there is a lesson here. I am sure that if this were something we could talk about you would say, “Well, people change.” Okay. But, change into what?
And what ever happened to just becoming more and more who we are, anyway?
Apotheosis.
When did you stop being everything and when did you become this thing that only reminds me of how once you were everything?
When you were young you were so beautiful. What happened?
Did you change or did I?

A formidable and mysterious magic
A slightly sexed up version of a tattoo design I did tonight for an old and cherished friend. She wanted me to do it quickly and off the cuff. By this time tomorrow it will be inked into her skin, a lovely expression of the trust and the bond that exists between us.
AFP - Indonesian sharia police are “morally rehabilitating” more than 60 young punk rock fans in Aceh province on Sumatra island, saying the youths are tarnishing the province’s image.
Since being arrested at a punk rock concert in the provincial capital Banda Aceh on Saturday night, 59 male and five female punk rock fans have been forced to have their hair cut, bathe in a lake, change clothes and pray.
Up the punx! Fucking disgusts me that these kids have to go through this Fuck religion, fuck conformists, and fuck their apologists in every era and in every context.
Via Ikipr
MMXI
Some of the realest cats I know. Straight up dedicated to their art. Inspirational.
It has been an incredible year, filled with heartache, joy and love.
Thank you to every audience member, artist, collaborator and friend who has continued to support my words and art with FoolishPeople and Weaponized.
2012 will be like nothing we’ve ever experienced. Stay safe and well over the holidays.
Signing off for 2011.
See you on the other side.
On the shores, organic machinery spread like yielding thighs; eager hands built to guide us in. Everything hypertransitional, skin rupturing, while inside her conch shell it all slowed to a stop. Sight like time lapse photography watching the infection spread.
Breathe in. Don’t blink; it’s not over yet.
Ghost Summer




