Saturday, June 12, 2010

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Epiphany no.1

I now realize that the painter is required to be trapped in a constant state of misery to continue living as such. Without depression the painter is unable to spawn any piece that is at all relatively interesting or satisfying to himself, the painter is exclusively inspired by his own pain. The performance artist is inspired by the action, performing action, and taking action, the performance artist is in a constant mode of liberation. The performance artist is one who is able to bypass misery and continue ones practice without the pitfalls.

Hence, I do not want to be a painter, I will not be a painter, I will proceed to create as a mixed media artist.

"Here is a man that will not take it anymore"

Song for the Ride

"... I'm sorry to let you down - but I've gotta get the hell out of this town - so I'm leaving soon and I won't be roaming around here anymore" Hail Seizures: "Song for the Ride"

Something has to change, and I need to get out of here.

Saturday, May 29, 2010


Mine and Nat's baby rats!
(there's 10 more of them)


Summer has kicked off, it's about fifty fifty right now. Meaning, fifty percent good and fifty percent freaking lame. I've gotten (I think) tonsillitis in response to the development of tonsilloliths. So basically, my throat hurts like hell, and I have these chunks of mucus and gunk stuck in my tonsils that smell terrible. Because of this I can't sleep too well, so that's no fun either. Before I left to come back to Baltimore my bike got stolen, but I bought a nice panasonic road bike for about 130 bucks. I don't think I want to be here as long as I have to be, this first week has been fun but I'm already counting the days until I go back as I have plenty to go back to.

Tonsilloliths are fucking gross, I wouldn't wish this crap on anyone. Well, maybe a few people, but that's beside the point.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


I made my first 11:11 wish tonight, ever. Superstitious crazy shit, don't fail me now!