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ojo

2011-09-03T10:37:00.000-07:00

snail mail tales

2011-06-27T21:13:00.000-07:00

Sent out a few snail mail treats to some friends...

Brandon- Los Angeles, CA

Karen- New York, NY

Angela- Ft. Lauderdale, FL

Reverse Side

capture

2011-06-04T17:33:00.000-07:00

i see you...

2011-05-16T14:32:00.001-07:00

stuck on you

2011-04-13T10:09:00.000-07:00

one of a kind sticker...I have a butt load more just not scanned yet

2011-04-03T21:07:00.000-07:00

Note by W.S. Merwin

2011-03-28T20:15:00.000-07:00

Remember how the naked soul
comes to language and at once knows
loss and distance and believing

then for a time it will not run
with its old freedom
like a light innocent of measure
but will hearken to how
one story becomes another
and will try to hear where
they have emerged from
and where they are heading
as though they were its own legend
running before the words and beyond them
naked and never looking back

through the noise of questions

by- W.S. Merwin

even mermaids like lechon

2011-03-27T20:45:00.001-07:00

catch a dangling line

2011-02-26T20:39:00.000-08:00

Third Age

2011-02-21T22:32:00.000-08:00

pink womb

2011-01-29T20:35:00.001-08:00

omission of regenerated wings

2011-01-15T10:28:00.000-08:00

dark vacuum

2011-01-15T10:25:00.000-08:00

Exaltation

2011-01-09T19:14:00.000-08:00

Mugwort infusion cleanse

2011-01-01T13:02:00.000-08:00

End of the lizard king

2011-01-01T12:59:00.000-08:00

we all fall down

2010-12-30T23:31:00.000-08:00

fromhere

forgotten tribes in hyperspace

2010-12-25T19:48:00.000-08:00

going round

2010-12-25T19:46:00.001-08:00

courtesy flush reject

2010-12-18T11:45:00.001-08:00

grandma's skull

2010-12-18T11:35:00.000-08:00

Splashes of tiny unmoving spots

2010-12-18T11:31:00.000-08:00

Line paper

2010-12-18T11:29:00.001-08:00

Plus Minotaure

Mustache wearing, lavender filled triangle man

2010-12-18T11:16:00.001-08:00

For Kim Kim on her 23 years of sharing light.

pumpkin spice

2010-11-05T17:47:00.001-07:00

the difference

2010-10-04T13:35:00.000-07:00

you shake my seahorse like a pompom

2010-10-04T13:30:00.000-07:00

invisible ink

2010-10-04T13:27:00.000-07:00

Trollocs

2010-10-04T13:22:00.001-07:00

Matted

2010-07-31T20:31:00.001-07:00

For my co worker Matt!

sketchy characters

2010-07-07T14:23:00.000-07:00

little oil stains

2010-07-07T14:17:00.001-07:00

crafty

2010-07-07T14:15:00.001-07:00

She scurries down to meet the maker

2010-05-22T14:17:00.000-07:00

She scurries down to meet the maker
Making her body boil

She puts a hand between her thighs
This time she will not be ignored

He serves her tea from minced bones
Percolate, he turns her blood to oil

She veils her soul with spider webs
She won’t let him take full control

And so they sit so prim and proper
Each side waiting to explode on the other

She leaps forth with pointed toes
Sliding down between his spread legs

Each limb examined
Her meat will generate a fortune

Breast tightly press against her hands
His full intention sprung up along beside her

He turns to grab his wooden axe
Her fingers curiously test the blade’s prickly prick

Tailor made chamber maid
Her skin was made to bleed

Arms flare back and as quick as a snap
Her head goes tumbling forth

Skinned and tagged,
Her follicles all accounted for

Her flesh is perfumed for a market trip
The meat neatly stacked and adorned

log boy

2010-05-04T20:56:00.000-07:00

it's the little things

2010-05-04T20:53:00.001-07:00

zoditack

2010-04-19T15:22:00.001-07:00

a little stink

2010-03-11T21:38:00.001-08:00

another bundle done

2010-03-08T16:11:00.001-08:00

shorten attention span

2010-02-16T21:09:00.001-08:00

give a little bit more

2010-01-24T23:03:00.001-08:00

merci

2010-01-18T23:50:00.001-08:00

End Date Clearing House

2009-12-31T21:15:00.000-08:00

Good bye 2009, 2 + 0 + 0 + 9 = 1 + 1 = 2 many cosmic roller-coaster dances.
Here's to crossing billion year old star dust pebbles.

Hello 2010, twenty ten or 2 + 0 + 1 + 0 = 3 the holy trinity daisy chains.
Here's to making contact and deep flora exploration in narrative form.

hip hip hooray! (order the sequence)

oil stains

2009-12-06T18:33:00.001-08:00

slacky pants

2009-12-04T19:14:00.001-08:00

plant blubs

2009-11-23T19:38:00.001-08:00

spreading green lovin'

2009-11-12T19:53:00.000-08:00

at the mercy of my imagination

2009-11-11T14:32:00.000-08:00

Plant species

2009-11-11T14:31:00.000-08:00

Crazy Sun Bathing

2009-11-04T20:41:00.000-08:00

My posts in this pocket have grown stagnant. My attention has slowly crept away, tickled by the delights of a daily sundayze craze.

Here is a taste of what's been shooting out of my eye sockets lately:

Take the time to check the blog out and if you feel daring enough, contribute.

The Internet is a pocket that holds the illusion of identity

2009-11-04T20:11:00.001-08:00

It's odd to physically meet someone you already know virtually. You’ve seen the frozen moments of their existence, all strategically displayed through the sockets of some social networking opinion peddling site. It’s the kind of site that perverse the concept of a raw emerging virtual space by seducing our egos to surrender our identity for it’s profit. We are charmed by it’s hypnotic promise of freedom of identity. In reality we obediently regurgitate our feebly constructed personalities feeding into the illusion of freedom, only to find it’s a heavy steamy turd. The Internet is a pocket that holds the illusion of identity.

So we watch the world through other people’s snap shots, all based on the captured moments they subscribe the highest value. We construct our own version of their stories for those stationary moments. Their narratives unfold, revealing collective associations. We make up the pieces in between and apply our own understanding as crazy glue to hold it all together.

So when the moment comes when you actually see the other live in the flesh, an awkward feeling emerges. You already established a familiarity with the tiny little pieces of their lives, yet you cannot openly admit to watching. You feel guilty for lurking; yet you will not stop looking. So you are careful with what you say, careful not to leak any indication of what you already think you know about their reality. You ache to gloss over into the realm of familiarity and camaraderie.

You only know them through the intimate stories your imagination has constructed. And you have an expectation of who they should be. How is anyone supposed to live up to the imaginary expectation of strangers? It might be safer to just hide away at home behind the computer screen. We all watch and interact behind the safety of binary codes. It is so easy to construct the stories of others and avoid creating the reality of our waking life.

eruptions

2009-10-26T21:28:00.001-07:00

The ability to resist galactic magic is slim, even after losing a limb

2009-10-18T19:15:00.000-07:00

Three fold's charm

2009-10-11T17:04:00.000-07:00

Never mind the shadow on the bottom of this picture :)
not done yet but thought it would be nice to share

silhouette of a forest canopy

2009-10-11T16:49:00.000-07:00

Log job

2009-09-19T20:22:00.001-07:00

Threefold philosophia perennis

2009-08-25T21:33:00.000-07:00

Acute vibrational smiles

2009-08-23T15:10:00.000-07:00

Disembodied magick tricks

2009-08-23T14:43:00.000-07:00

to miss the star dust tango

2009-08-13T21:17:00.000-07:00

but not far enough

2009-08-13T21:11:00.001-07:00

i've been away...

2009-08-13T21:10:00.000-07:00

Totem Time!!

2009-08-01T19:30:00.000-07:00

I participated in a collaborative doodle project from The Scribble Project. They have it every month. July's project was a mammoth totem-pole.

Here is a piece of it with my contribution (second to last)
Check out the full pole at THE SCRIBBLE PROJECT's website.

Ditty Doodles...

2009-07-28T21:21:00.000-07:00

[Fiction] Friday #114

2009-07-24T11:21:00.000-07:00

PROMPT: Yesterday, your character called in sick on their birthday because they knew their co-workers had a surprise party planned. Write what happens today.

Baby Fart Blue

I’ve been sitting in my car for over 45 minutes trying to figure out how to erase what happened yesterday. How they ever found out it was my birthday is beyond me. Two years, for two years I was able to conceal the day. I don’t have a facebook or any other social networking nonsense. When asked, I seamlessly adverted the conversation which I’ve become quite good at. There was this one time I almost cracked when Mitch from sales cornered me; he looked me straight in the eyes and asked when was my birthday and why haven’t I told anyone. After a long pause I began to stutter a little when from out of nowhere Peggy the receptionist paged him with a phone call. Maybe if they knew why yesterday could have been avoided. This is ridiculous, a man has the right to share whatever personal information he wants without this sort of harassment!

I’m really late, I’m never late they can’t hold it against me. I had to park at the top level of the garage where no one ever parks. Still, I’m going to have to get out of the car soon enough, they can spot my hide out up here from the windows in the cafeteria. What am I saying, they want to lynch me at this point. I skipped out on my surprise party. Ha ha, I only wish I could have seen their faces after they got word I wasn’t coming in. I didn’t plan for the aftermath, though. I have to face them now. It’s funny how I found out too. If it wasn’t for my post lunch bowl movement session then I would have never over heard the plan for celebration. What gets me heated up and prompted me to act so hasty was their determination to “get me”. This surprise was not a celebration of my existence but a treacherous victory over my right to privacy. Now today I have to sneak around like a criminal.

It must have been that nosey Brenda from accounting. She heads the party inquisition. She’s the head-to-toe-in-pink sort of gal. She is always smiling when she passes you in the hallway. If you dare ask her how she is doing she will reply with an over emotional GREAT! She sends those cliché chain letter emails on how life is filled with fuzzy little animals sliding off of rainbows and unicorns that poop heart bubbles, but you better make sure to send it to the other 10 co-workers around you or all your hair will fall off and you’ll have halitosis. And like clockwork, 30 seconds later I will have about 10 forwards of the same message. She has 5 different cutesy animal calendars in her office. All that pink makes me a little dizzy when I get in her space- might be the cotton candy scented candles. Those things will give you cavities after prolonged exposure. I asked her once how she refrains from vomiting glitter and sparkly objects whenever she enters her office but she laughed and slugged me on the shoulder really hard. I think that was the most honest interaction I have ever had with her.

How did she do it, though? Must have been Rose the new HR rep. They instantly became close- she is just like Brenda only in baby fart blue. She must have checked my file or something. Isn’t that a breach of confidence? She must have violated an HR oath. It’s enough delaying it. I’m just going in. I can see all their cars are parked so I should expect a full house. Hmm, no sight of Peggy out in the front, I must be pretty lucky. She would have been the first to deal with...

“SURPRISE!!!!” “BLURRRRRGGGPPH….” Everything grew really quiet. “Sorry guys, I projectile vomit whenever startled. “

wink

2009-07-20T15:26:00.001-07:00

test

2009-07-19T20:21:00.001-07:00

u58kvdrpsq

[Fiction] Friday

2009-07-16T23:09:00.000-07:00

Prompt: On the way home from work your character stops into a music store and purchases an unusual musical instrument that they’ve always wanted to learn how to play. Why today?

(Okay, so seeing as it's my first [Fiction] Friday, I honestly had no idea what buttons I was pressing and accidentally posted myself on Mister Linky's Magical Widgets. Sorry... I thought I was getting access to other stories. Since I goofed and listed myself first I'm just going to go ahead and post my piece even if it's a little early. Hope you enjoy!)

Roger has spent half his lifetime avoiding physical contact. It’s his hands you see, they sweat-profusely. If he’s nervous, he sweats. Anxious-more sweat. Angry and he’ll start to drip. Just thinking of anything nerve wrecking can trigger it.

Nothing has helped the situation. He’s tried lotions, potion, and even meditation couldn’t help. Maud his landlord claimed holding a toad for 30 mintues removed the same problem for her cousin Saul when they were kids. He held it for 5 minutes before it slipped out of his increasingly moist fingers.

He had become quite cunning at avoiding handshakes and other forms of physical contact. His passion for music has suffered as a result of his affliction. When he is alone he can play any instrument presented in front of him. But as soon as another pair of eyes enters his plane of awareness, he becomes a dribbling mess.

He finally got word of an instrument that would allow him to quit his job and pursue his music career-the Theremin! To think, an instrument that can be played without even touching it! There is, of course, a chance he might get electrocuted, but there is no use questioning it without trying. After work today he is passing by Melrose’s House of Odd Noise and he’s scoring himself a ticket to physical free paradise.

should have taken acid with you

2009-07-10T14:02:00.001-07:00

Mandible

2009-07-09T20:39:00.001-07:00

Mascota

2009-07-09T20:38:00.001-07:00

Veggie Delight

2009-07-07T12:14:00.000-07:00

Never mind that it's not centered...

Heart Attack

2009-07-01T14:01:00.001-07:00

A new start...

2009-06-30T13:08:00.000-07:00

I'm starting a new painting... something very different then I've ever tried before... oh, this is going to be fun!

as our challenge comes to an end

2009-06-30T13:04:00.000-07:00

I find my voice has reached far ahead and echos back onto me.
It's wave vibrate my bones; creating a sweet new song.

tri-eyed

2009-06-29T13:30:00.001-07:00

Solid... soil

2009-06-28T11:48:00.001-07:00

Cat Nap

2009-06-28T11:46:00.001-07:00

oh bless you...

2009-06-26T12:04:00.000-07:00

reaching in, the storm finds you inside

2009-06-26T11:44:00.000-07:00

cat nap sketch

2009-06-25T11:38:00.000-07:00

Light sketch, will start painting tonight!

slug love

2009-06-25T11:36:00.000-07:00

Bwahahahahahaha...

2009-06-24T19:50:00.000-07:00

challenge over due (again)

2009-06-23T16:10:00.000-07:00

challenge over due

2009-06-23T16:05:00.000-07:00

I see...

2009-06-22T20:37:00.000-07:00

still needs a little more work

*** UPDATE ***

Just added a bit more paint... still wet so it looks shiny

setting sun

2009-06-20T12:18:00.001-07:00

Into the Valley

showers

2009-06-19T22:44:00.000-07:00

update

2009-06-19T22:42:00.001-07:00

Still working on this piece. Here are images of the past two days and where i'm going with it... still got more to go though...

Lube

2009-06-16T12:02:00.000-07:00

I never realized how much i missed the smell of oils and it's accompanying materials. I haven't painted in about 2 months... I was dumb enough to pack my supplies with the rest of our stuff during move instead of keeping them with me the whole trip. Anyway, I started a new painting last night. Still needs a lot more work but here's a glimpse of what will be consuming my attention for a while. It's 20" X 24"

so you think you can fly?

2009-06-15T15:41:00.000-07:00

While at work watching poor souls make fools of themselves for just a teeny weeny bit of notoriety.

Here's a horn frog for you... Sunday night relax session after a busy weekend.

Stacy and her willies

2009-06-15T15:32:00.001-07:00

Stacy was a level headed seven year old. She always washed her hands after using the bathroom-if not the evil toilet seat willies would jump up and invisibly attaching themselves to her body causing all the neighborhood dogs to sniff her crotch. She never corrected her mother in public unless she wanted a good bottom beating. And never did she ever talk to strangers plus the occasional relatives during the boring family reunions. It is no surprise then that she would be able to convince the invading cycloptic alien worm creatures not to inflict pain on her town but to just sit down with her for a good pot of tea and butter cookies.

playing catch up and fries-postings for the 11, 12

2009-06-13T21:21:00.000-07:00

If you ever get the chance to gaze upon the flesh of desire, you vibrate as it slowly consumes a part of your awareness you didn't even know you'd given up. It grabs you entirely. First slowly like pulling a heavy object. As it takes more and more of you-the faster you get used up.

You blink a few times to adjust your vision, as if it were the first time you acknowledge the activity of looking. You might even give 'em a good rub just to make sure your eye lashes aren't tangled or something. No doubt about it, death bird is staring you right in the eyes. It's a duel that ends with the complete destruction of one or both.

Cidious McVernon (today's post-posted today)

2009-06-11T20:51:00.000-07:00

Cidious McVernon was particularly gifted in the avian arts. There was no flying beast that could deny him! So fantastic is his skill that he is able to conjure a top of his wee bald head the Pebble Gloom Muncher Bird-scarcely seen and known for their peculiar habit of flinging turd pebbles at car windshields while one speeds through the highway.

Regulator

2009-06-11T12:59:00.001-07:00

give in

2009-06-10T17:45:00.000-07:00

I gave myself away. I gave away the need to be a child; to stand on the safe lines of not knowing. I took a bite of Adam's apple and twirled it with my tongue-the juicy chunk of damnation.

rescue-day 8 (i'm late to post!)

2009-06-10T12:40:00.000-07:00

I need to be more consistent on my posting. A little slack here and there... I was being social in this new land and it got a little in the way.

Here is my post for 06/08

This creature, this child save my life. This boy jumped and grasped me seconds before the vicar put that flame at me. The Church for years, deny the existence of our kind-making us seem like a plague. But tonight he changed everything.

7777777777

2009-06-08T12:01:00.000-07:00

I’m translucent. Neither solid nor vapor, just a shift from states. Late at night surrounded by unfamiliar walls the whole building becomes alive and taunts me. I can’t tell where the sounds are coming from. Each crick and crack is heading my way to burst into to my room and stare me straight in the eyes. This frightens me. I am not scared of an intruder or traditional fear mongering tactics. I’m afraid I’ll never feel at home again. I’m terrified of my own eyes. I fear that my instability will win this time and I won’t be able to come back. Even though it is ultimately what will happen, I am not ready to let what’s left of my ego go.

open

2009-06-07T09:54:00.001-07:00

Their species have an excitable power! Each sphere collects a thought. Gathers and stores all our fleeting ideas, sensations, reflections and the such. These spheres then merge and combine-create and destroy. They become the tiny life source for existence. Slowly pushing out to entwine with our dense dimensional reality.

missed one

2009-06-07T09:47:00.000-07:00

So i was planning on posting a picture of a project I started working on Friday for my daily posting, BUT the sketch is so light it really can't be captured with a camera... So instead I'll post something else I worked on... enjoy!

Cornered, Reggie was about to be punished more severely than Wally Wet Willie Winkles for releasing the whoopee cushion brigade. A thousand tiny tickling fingertips will slowly find their way to his flesh. They will wiggle and poke and scratch and grope. One even slips inside your tight bottom.