north to south to north

if you ever see this truck… don’t get in it.

these kisses are for you: xxx

destruction over time is inevitable

*

in the silence after death

masked for execution
turn off all the lights
i’ll wait for you
i’ll hear you die
i’ll be the last one
rotting in the basement

lifeless in the corner


“you are just like him”


in the grim depths of a six story coffin





you were born to die like this

road trip winter 08

i had been stranded in salt lake for a long time, due to the blizzards tearing through the northwest, and all transportation being shut down over mountain passes. finally one night the greyhound buses were running and skyler drove me to the station (for the fifth time that week). we were hanging out, waiting for me to board the coach of hell, when the line started moving. i looked at the bus outside… looked at skyler… an idea flashed in my head. “skyler! do you want to drive to california tonight?” without even a pause, “sure!” we grabbed my stuff and got out of there… man i am telling you, greyhound would suck even if it was free. we went back to boing, and everyone was confused because they thought maybe this time i would have gotten out of there. we grabbed skyler’s tape collection because that’s what his car can play. don’t worry, it’s not like we had a large selection. we split our listening time evenly between drugshit, black flag my war / damaged, and the hanson mmbop single (punks love hanson! don’t fucking lie to me!). salt lake was trying to eat me, it wouldn’t let me leave. by the time we had reached the salt flats, just outside the city, an enigmatic engine warning light came on and we pulled into the flying j and checked all the fluids. a mechanic came out to help us, and while re-inserting a dipstick he touched it to the battery terminal and it burst into flames, briefly, and broke off so half the stick fell down into the chamber. after much difficulty and fear of death by electrocution we fished it out and were on our way again. much relieved to be gone. we drove through blizzards in the darkness, the car heater not quite warm enough, our eyes not quite awake enough, and somehow made it to dawn and eventually to tahoe, and finally to my grandparent’s house where skyler dropped me off, and got right back in the car to drive the 20 hours home for christmas.

the face of endless enthusiasm

i generally exhibit only light to moderate enthusiasm

home is where the <A3 is

there is no heat inside the house… to keep warm we wear long johns, boots and many sweaters. we sit on the couch inside sleeping bags, with a cat on our lap inside the sleeping bag as well. we boil water and pour it into glass jars which we carry around, pressed against our abdomens and stiff extremities, until the temperature equilibrates.

i ask gary what kind of banjo he plays… “thrash banjo.”



it’s never enough



one of my favorite pictures of all time <3

savage jesus

molotov cake


benji’s diy footie pajamas

skylerfest: if only there were a play where skyler stands on stage, alone, narrating his stream of consciousness for all us who can’t access it directly.

the dirtiest long johns i had yet seen