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DRAGON’S DINNER

It was one of those hang-overs where you think you’re head’s feeling like a pig shat in it and the humidity was so thick and hot you feel like a dog whose trying to bite his ass off because he’d eaten to many hot peppers. One of those mornings where it feels like you should …

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ADAM AND LILITH DAY OF THE DEAD

Unfortunately the story of Lilith was written out of the contemporary bible giving way to the demise of any acceptance of matriarchy, they sure took liberties when they had run out of people to burn. The DAY OF THE DEAD brings the dead to come out and walk with the living. You’d better take stock, …

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SUGAR CANE SKULLS

The skull transcends itself now and into our dark past’s. From the earliest humans to the inquisition (impaled on spear’s) to Shakespeare’s hamlet. They’re on clothing, skate-boards, logo’s, tattoo’s, the day of the dead motif. Some skulls are painted on people in celebration, Some are more macabre, used in rituals and rite’s. The skull is …

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BLACK SKULLS

I’ve seen a Shaw-woman make it rain when there were no clouds. I’ve seen my Fathers ghosts, I see things out of the corner of my eye that thankfully disappear when I turn my head, I’ve road upon the waves and concrete that make synchronicity positive and yours satin and silk. I’m giving these words …

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SELF PORTRAIT

I had just crashed my 42nd flying saucer and knew I was out of a job. I really didn’t care all that much so I left the crash site and began walking south. After stumbling for a few hours I came across an oasis in the middle of nowhere. This oasis consisted of a small …

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SELF DESRUCT

Agoraphobia is the fear of open space’s and public places, I fear open space’s with the public in them. Bucowski once said something like “it’s not that I hate people I just feel better when they’re not around”

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SCRAP’S OF PAPER

I opened my heart and you thru your shit into it, how am I supposed to fuck under these conditions ? You with your scrap’s of paper that never really pay back scattered over the bed. Your lie’s and mine, yes you never knew about mine. The lie’s have to remain unsaid, buried in a …

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NOT FRIENDLY

I like to collect things real or imaginary. Opposites attract me, for every butterfly there’s a moth, for every skull there’s a flower, for every pipe there’s a……….well, more pipes I suppose. Space-ship’s, telephones, brass pipe’s connected to nothing, word’s, bat’s and of coarse skull’s all coming together on the same page. These mix-matched images …

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DEAD FISH IN DAY OF THE DEAD MOTIF

I fucking love Mexico. I’ve swam, drove, vomited, drank, smoked, fucked, loved, fell, smuggled into, faced arrest, played with homosexuality, had horrifying shit’s that would kill most people, stomped on ruins, took part in Mayan ceremonies, got lost on road’s and in jungle’s on mushroom’s narrowly getting shat on by howler monkey’s, buried my dead …