Found photos arranged to create a catharsis, drunken politics, music, and jamming things in holes.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
This old house keeps out the cancer
Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Jesus creeping shit
Didn't this guy have the nomination cinched just last month?
Monday, November 7, 2011
Pandora - Prologue
It had started long before the fire, but that was where his mind always traced things back to.
It had started with an act of mercy. A foolish, instinctive act of mercy that had resulted in one thousand years of death, blood, and pain.
Sooner or later, he figured, it always started with blood. Everything, when you got right down it, started with blood.
He drifted -if his sensations were real- in that timeless, placeless place. And while he never slept, he was well aware that he dreamt.
It had started with an act of mercy. A foolish, instinctive act of mercy that had resulted in one thousand years of death, blood, and pain.
Sooner or later, he figured, it always started with blood. Everything, when you got right down it, started with blood.
He drifted -if his sensations were real- in that timeless, placeless place. And while he never slept, he was well aware that he dreamt.
Walked along the beach for what might be the last time in a while yesterday morning. The sun rose at my back and warmed my neck, and I turned to watch it illuminate my footprints on the sand before the ocean waves reclaimed any sign of my passage.
Every morning should be that fucking beautiful.
Every morning should be that fucking beautiful.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
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