also...

on the edge of awesome nesss.. here are some sneak peaks of what im making now specifically for this art book im doing with kendo. we are trying to blow minds. and not design anything. or architect for that matter. My work that I will be putting in will be analog collages, a sewing paper piece which has a name that i forgot, and some digital mash ups from images that I made during my architecture educational career, specifically undergrad. So here are some of the images:: Please tell me what you think. The CAAAAAAT one is more of a joke.

gonzo scrible.

Backseat Diplomat

Twenty four ears molded to cell phones and rebate commercials kept indigestion a hip thing. Do your gay neighbors sing that high too? Goofy two shoes went animal killing last week.

By this time

next month you'll be swallowing Viennese sausages for opportunities in carpel tunnel syndrome help circles. It's all just a bunch of verticies when it comes down to it. You hold my head better than anyone else

in my life.

Excuse the bumps, my scalp's a stress related landscape. Something you do for money. Somethings you do for love. You haven't done anything with your dead skin cells for months. With all this social networking and autoerotic texting

you'd think I'd know

more thank just a think or two. If this is why we can't have nice things how come you stopped brushing your teeth? Could you talk to me open mouthed in your car before I forget what you said

by now.

sitting here wishing on a cement floor...

post industrial bovine

Hold my breath for two more minutes. It's easier with your fist in my mouth. I can't really blame you for going with the flow of 10,000 cadavers and 3 more unknown.

It's a sign of our times,

this organic Molotov cocktail with silicon cherries on top. Lisa Frank still represents my inner monologue better than pork-less beans.

When you know

you're right you are most likely left of the manual spectrum. She was a cute little Asian girl with pigtails and keys. Not many complaints there other than temperature related scars. You can't tell me that

it's better

this way with Mars and Jupiter living in your veranda. Mr. Rodgers never held a kosher hand towards the direction of a nostalgic tomorrow. All I can say is that I have a masters degree and I am learning

to be solo.

noun compost...

Four Eyes and Two Fists

Micheal Jackson jerk offs kept me up longer than cranberry sauce. Chestnuts and kumquats rolled strait over the counter past the racist chez lounge. Your staring abilities won platinum medals amongst the European metrosexuals. Long term bird baths tied up my peripheral ligaments until

you stubbed your toe.

Your spiraling follicles and bionic particles turn me inside out. Polly wanted crackers but only got slapped hands and foreheads. Really, you could be my Allison. I'm so gone in the fairy tale forest of chest hair and fuzzy nuts you bring to the mesa verde.

While in the position that

jelly beans bake, I miss you like every time. I can't be critical about our crusty copulation when there are TV guides and homo erotic napkins in the tub. Repeat the linguistics that

made me come

3,000 minutes of ego centric mix tapes to your pad and pencil down under. Boo Radley had almost everything to do with it. We are two in a million flapjacks served. Could you untangle my eyelashes from tarot card anthropomorphic Mexican lovers? Affairs with sulfur stained porcelain ejaculated new and improved recipes

so hard I cried.

new poem! !!!! number 1!!!

Meat Man Metronome


Tear me apart form your twinkle toes and pterodactyl harpsichords. I've never had that liquor licked off my lips. Forget it. I was out of town when you were locally misanthropic of all the times

you washed your

face pressed to the panorama of a smog town bird bath. No way could I index knuckle rings this early on in the caloric counterbalance much less the majority check list and autistic labcoats cluttering my Tupperware.

Teeth before biting

eggplants and transplant black and gold bleeders scrape more than shiver. Either way, you can't blame me for forging cheerio sounds muzzled by you chest hair.

The last morsels

molded in your deciduous neck brush. Most likely it was carbon fiber and gluten free. Any way you look at it, nothing realy fits as much as you on top

of my body.

Sex MAchine!

I recently participated in a film contest all about remixing or using archive footage. My friends Ben Hernstrom of Ambulantic Videoworks and my friend Justin Crimone of Zeno Films
were the organizers. Below is what the description of the project was. It was screened November 2nd at Pittsburgh Filmakers. (yes that was the same day as my bra opening)

Here is my entry::


PUBLIC DOMAIN PRIVATE DOMINION 3! The premise is pretty simple. A group of varied filmmakers, from all kinds of backgrounds will be given a selection of public domain films from which they must make their own film. They are permitted to alter the footage in any way possible, but cannot use any images that do not come from the source material. Audio is left completely to their discretion but may not contain copyrighted sound, which they do not have permission to use. The screening will be held at Pittsburgh Filmmakers on Sunday, Nov 2nd 2008. All submissions must be in our hands by Monday, Oct 27th. Any filmmaker who has previously screened at PDPD may submit without fee. Submission fees will be waved for any filmmaker based in PGH. We split a portion of the admission money among all competing filmmakers, so selected films will recoup at least their submission fee. Your film must be between 2 and 7 minutes in length. Be as creative as possible. We've had pseudo-docs, music videos, anti-safety films, pornography spoofs, super depressing narratives, comedic gems, and all kinds of other stuff we don't know how to describe. Please make sure you adhere to the rules. Disqualifying you if you fail to do so will make us weepy. Please email ambulantic@gmail.com to alert us of your intention to participate. We will screen all entries if possible. If we receive too many, we will cut the ones we don't like.

The source films this year:
http://www.archive.org/details/DIA40
http://www.archive.org/details/twenty-five_hour_day
http://www.archive.org/details/RCA16mmS1958