adding to my expereince last night watching the TWIN PEAKS RETURN PARTS 1&2: • my dad was sleeping sitting straight up on the couch in the adjacent room (could hear his breathing throughout) • my parents dog who is old and has these weird open sores was sleeping near me and the stink her sores emit is truly something
K E Y: ✄= art ✎= lit ♪= music ✪= video; † = highly recommended content
Monday, May 22, 2017
I am the boy without subplot, moving through this world of sludge a vessel better suited for carrying pet birds to and from the pet bird morgue to I.D. their dead pet bird counterparts. The horrific accidents they endure are not so different than our every moment. I am a parrot and I was never the boy.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Friday, May 19, 2017
Thursday, May 18, 2017
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Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
A 🍕 FOR DOGS?
Sure thing, howza'bout uno large "" P u p p e r o n i "" pizza pie coming up, lol. Just a gag-post, folks. The actual good content is coming soon I promise.
Friday, May 12, 2017
Folks, I am a "hip" guy who is generally very OK, if not "supremely hip" to the hippy mentality/lifestyle. I AM NOT HERE TO JUDGE. I also have very neutral feelings on panhandlers/bums. Life is shit, and sometimes it defeats you 77-0. I get it. Do what needs to be done. I'm just another bit of flesh covered in slightly cleaner clothes. But lord almighty I am not OK with the scene represented in the photograph above, which I took at 4:27 PM yesterday on the corner of York & Aramingo in Philadelphia. This is a super busy intersection, and this… this poor dog. It made me so depressed. Yes, he kinda looks cozy in this photograph, but trust me: cars were constantly buzzing by within feet of his/her head as 'the owner' held out the hat for cars stopped at the left-turn red. This wasn't safe. Please, hippies and bums (god love ya): STOP IT WITH THE PETS. Panhandle all the livelong day––whether by total freedom of choice, or otherwise––but leave the pups at Mom's. Thank you. /PSA