Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Well after reading William Burroughs' book after
Naked Lunch,Queer, I'm not sure I'm an avid fan, but I can
say I am a believer in his insanity and struggle for
connection...I too am gasping for contact (Ed Ruscha).
The connection is lost but not entirely.
These are a few images that I do connect with.
Not hallucinating alien interzone creature typewriters but
sitting at a desk working out some brain kinks.
Oh yeah...I'm a woman disguised as a man.
My day to day morning haze face.
And yes its true. I can't connect with anybody.
Watch the movie. It will have you thinking all kinds of
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Enough said. Jay Reatard, the late the great. He
is something like a punkrocker...I lof him. He has been
doing this (above) to my ears lately and it has been nothing
"Sometimes when I sit and think, you give me, me the creeps."
- Another Person - Blood Visions - Jay Retard
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Here is a lit'o'bit of my soul...haha not really.
But I'm definitely a congruent four-sided rectangle
for thinking this might pass for an inside denim bagprint.
It was a no go, but hey hey what can I say. Raise em' high or die (your middle fingers of course).