No One Does It Like You

Way down, below the ocean, where I wanna be... she may be.

So dry, coming together (tires touching)

These hands, like my father's, only smaller.

Yes, yes I do

While the bitter winds blow

I hate being called "The Gays"

Playing Catch-Up (it must have been a dream or something else)

This will be the first thing I have ever written for this blog. At these defining moments of public announcements one should usually have something deep and meaningful. Oh, the power of the internet. The first myspace post was epic and now forgotten, tweets have run dry, and facebook has a movie. Well, blogspot, here we go:

It is almost 4am. After reading Waiting for Godot for the first time I understood god. After re-reading Cat's Cradle for the x-time, I understand humans. And I will re-read The Unbearable Lightness of Being for the XX-time, thus understand myself. "Are you a Tereza or Sabina?" As a college student, this is what I have time to think about. Oh, and the Voynich MS. If I do not make comics, I want to solve that mystery. Well, some dude already pegged the Book of Kells.

ramblerambleramble.

Void, I miss you. So, I have the Walkmen. Music tells me how to feel. More art soon.

As bad as it seems, you're turning blue in my dreams

Wise Words, My Friend

Only in NYC

Great Progress of Mac

Herc and the Angry Inch

fun times at the Met: I don't know, Eros. I just don't know.

time spent at the musee Rodin (woman who was drunk or something)

time spent at the musee Rodin (woman doing something)

time spent at the musee Rodin (pope something or other)

time spent at the musee Rodin (hand of something)

The Bombardier, Paris

Thank you LCD Soundsystem and Amy Hempel

booze up all night, sleep while posing nude. word.

Sketch class

And the image

Etching plate

on a bus from DE to NYC. wait... where are the cars?

"Hey, does your skylight open?" "yeah, why?" "nothing, just drive slow and avoid low branches" ..."GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

Doth Quote the Hipster Girl: "You still listen to Wolf Parade?"

Doth Quote the Hipster Girl

believe a woman of years

to get laid, that is.

Waiting in a Starbucks. Too poor to get a coffee.