Friday, 06 November 2009

Wednesday, 04 November 2009

Sunday, 01 November 2009

  • Halloween 09: A Night of Debauchery

    Halloween is my favorite holiday.
    I dress up, eat candy, get wasted, scare some little kids, encounter random strangers.
    Every year, we head to Austin and participate in the annual 6th street Halloween festivities.
    This year I went as a Silent Hill Nurse. Turns out no one believes in dressing up as something scary anymore.
    I'm glad I got to stare people in the face as they walked by, and then followed the ones who looked frightened.

    Ever try drinking whiskey shots through a straw? disgusting. Couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't talk.
    The night ended and I missed it, don't remember the last hour, I woke up in my hotel room in my jammies,
    hungover, a cut on my left palm, scraped knees, and a whole lotta bruises. BEST HALLOWEEN EVER.


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Thursday, 15 October 2009

  • The Catastophe of Success.

    "In the time of your life - live!...That time is short and it doesn't return again.
    It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it,
    and the monosyllable of the clock is loss, loss, loss,
    unless you devote your heart to its opposition."

    -Tennessee Williams

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Monday, 12 October 2009

Thursday, 01 October 2009

  • The Starving Artist. (words to live by)

    My father said being an artist was the shortest road to the poorhouse,
    claiming "real" work is something you don't like.
    I ignored him through oppositional behavior,
    later reasoning that only an idiot sets out to find the poorhouse,
    not to mention devote himself to something he doesn't love.

    Instead, I discovered an interesting back road to the unknown, and deliberately without a safety net.


    -Russell Chatham, painter, lithographer, author, publisher   

Friday, 25 September 2009

  • Prison Diary.

    "The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below; and not to realize truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in-the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of democracy; universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity- of opportunity in the social, political and individual life."

    -Shaheed Bhagat Singh, Prison Diary


Tuesday, 22 September 2009

  • and away it goes..trouble down the drain. (inspired by smalls)

    "Music is my sancutary, music is my blanket. I see only what I want to see, I'll be only who I want to be, my blanket covers me." -I.H.

    I unexpectedly find myself wallowing in my bittersweet memories, silently seeking my self-righteous redemption.
    Only the cold-setting reality that lingers within me seems to ironically be the very thing that brings me back to a somewhat stable state. I often seem to forget that, the
    time is now.

    Everything that I have,or don't have, is the living testimony of the choices that I've made.
    It is the great imperfections that make us feel, express, and learn...that makes us human.

    Someone once told me our purpose in life isn't about being wealthy or succeeding,
    but to fulfill our lives with the things that truly make us joyful & to manifest ourselves in those moments.
    It is those trips back in time that make me feel remorse, stupidity, and pain that make me realize,
    ...to let my blanket cover me.

    p-kin

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