e.o.l.r.

the best punk house EVER

eolr — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 08:18:55 +0000

Last night Ian threw up in a chip bag. Today we were cleaning up in the back yard and found it, full with a pint of liquid puke that looked like piss and smelled like puke. What were we going to do with that family-size Ruffles bag? We threw it behind the camaro, the one overgrown with blackberries, and it hit the window of house next door, splashing puke on the window. Good enough for me!

I am making a documentary about the Snakepit. It’s called, “the best punk house EVER.” Here is some advance footage. Take the $$ and run!!!!

welcome to the jungle

coming soon — camaro berry pie for all

our mini ramp is a slut

SLAYER PANTERA OH SNAP

it’s like the grudge but worse

classy dudes

classy ladies

we don’t have fleas, ringworm, or scabies… anymore. teamwork!!!

Count:

# of guitars

# of skateboards

# of amps

YES!!

couches rule too

indiana butterface + gor gor the horrible 4eva

take the $ and run

and then the rapture happened

the following is my favorite:

Snake Pit Pit

eolr — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 09:10:32 +0000

snake pit pit

every single dude in this picture is holding hands

connor was injured in the fire

we live in squalor

we like it

post apocalyptic

secrets

preapocalyptic

casual

magic so real you can puke it

juggalo

outdoor tv

dingo

demon

you haven’t truly lived (hawaii)

eolr — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 23:14:29 +0000

you’ve frolicked naked with dolphins under a rainbow

sat in a hot pond in the jungle, looking up at the palm fronds waving in the wind, while tiny shrimp nibble at your feet

lost your single of underwear, then found it two days later on the side of road 137

slept in more than one geodesic dome

caught a ride in the back of a pick up with three dudes and a dead pig

sat inside a lava tube with a steam vent in the floor, feeling the hot water drip down like rain as it condenses on the hardened blobs and drips of lava all around you, and not wanted to leave so you stay until it’s pitch dark out and all you can see is a tiny slice of stars outside, your window the tiny crack you crawled in through, and in the utter darkness where it looks the same if your eyes are closed or open, some unknown but apparently large insects start crawling on you and biting you in the steamy black, and then it’s time to hike back through the jungle at night and try to hitch hike to somewhere, but you’re not sure where you’re sleeping anyway, but it will all work out.

it’s a good idea to figure out which carebear you are. before you die. islands make you realize things like that.

pretend you’re in hawaii (click! this link and set up the music before you look at the pictures for the full experience)

click any photo to view larger

bike tour hawaii!!! 2010!!!

well i guess it could be worse….

look how sad i am in this one.

hitch hiking

little friend!

banana flowers

i do love roads… because they go places

took this just off the beach at pohoiki… went to watch people surf, but didn’t get to try it (next time, for sure!). pohoika also has a good hot pond. ahhhhh.

i didn’t realize before i went how everything in hawaii is made of lava. every surface. the only other material is white sand made of crushed coral. most everything is lava just barely covered with plants. or lava not covered yet. or lava still hot and flowing.

pololu valley, where i saw the dead whale.

a crater. it was pretty big. i hiked around in it and took a dump in the woods. there was sulfur gas coming out of cracks. cracks in the rock haha. good times.

best birthday ever!

there are wild pigs everywhere, here is one someone had in a pen. they were super friendly, i spent a long time (on my birthday in fact) hanging out with this pig and his girlfriend pigita. also on my birthday i hung out with some alaskan harley davidson guys and listened to suicidal tendencies and talked about motorcycles. also some nice man gave me a bunch of dried apple bananas. then i went to the steam caves in the magical fairy land. then i ate free indian food. best birthday ever!

sea turtle rocking out in the beautiful turquoise lagoon of kohili

yeah, i’m gonna go ahead and say kohili didn’t suck.

this turtle was all hyphie, i thought it was going to KILL me.

banananananananana

some lava or whatever. this place didn’t look like a magical fairly land or anything. oh wait YES IT DID.

goth + tropics = endless hilarity

hawaii 101

eolr — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 22:51:46 +0000

stuff you’re guaranteed to see in hawaii:

(click on any picture to see it bigger)

1. jungalow occupied by 18-year-old nudists

2. rainbow

3. drum circle

4. filthy goddamn hippie framed by a rainbow

5. filthy goddamn bus full of hippies

songs from the new south

eolr — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 00:16:43 +0000

inside

outside

everywhere you look

as long as you remember to see

how to sneak a summer in a winter

eolr — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:30:56 +0000

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

these kisses are for you: xxx

destruction over time is inevitable

eolr — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:40:03 +0000

in the silence after death

eolr — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 02:41:07 +0000

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

eolr — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:24:39 +0000

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
eolr — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:23:49 +0000

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