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 …

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 …

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”

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 …

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 …

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 …

A FOREST FOR EVERYONE

I’m not sure if I pictured this in my mind or my mind salvaged it from that leaky barren warehouse some would call my brain. In all honesty I really like it and I can’t remember drawing it. I know it’s mine, my name is on it and it conveys that certain type of horror …

Crouching Woman

Maybe it’s my feminine side, an explanation to some of my issues, my voice veiled in my work, loud engines, engines of modern machinery, strange gears with stranger appetites, something’s after me, there are bizarre things in here, horrible things. I can’t describe them, I’ve never actually seen them, they’re quite fast. Maybe it’s just …

A Door in the Cold

Johnny Cash was the inspiration for this piece or rather one of his songs. I can’t remember what song but most of his songs are great any way. Sorrow, death, guilt a bucket full of emotions. The humor in this is lost on the gracefully crude image. what is there and what isn’t binds the …