[mand]*ate
By Kervin | April 25, 2010 | No Comments
it’s easy because there’s just this line; it’s perfectly straight and slim and dark and defined. this contrast is visible to me now, this perfect, black line drawn down the middle of then and whom, just sitting there and defining the sides of the parts of this image i see. and how vivid this line, periphery blown out and bright edges shift in, out of focus, defying and defining a word: clarity. chase this, follow this, live this because it’s too simple and too collected to not, just live on the line, walk it like a tightrope dancer. menagerie, circus act, juggling fit of ripened enthusiasms collide, black-hole shrink to the closed clenched-fist of line. simple, beautiful, accessible, inexpensive ink-drawn, ink-jet, jet-black tattoo.
permalink
By Kervin | April 23, 2010 | No Comments
i can’t take all this
fucking spam
anymore.
i won’t let it
tarnish something
i built
from scratch–
from the floor up.
i will click all
the little boxes
i have to,
press a button
(which presses a button)
that makes it all
go away.
free time
By Kervin | April 19, 2010 | No Comments
legless and gendermoan, may i present to you something of fantastic value: THE BAD DECISIONS BOX.
born out of absolute necessity, the bad decisions box contains everything you need to turn that frantic party into a night you’ll never forget without extensive and expensive laser removal sessions, including:
- Five (5) Tattoo Needles, each a “size” 5
- Four (4) Ink Cups
- Two (2) Professional Inks; one blue, one red
- One (1) Pre-Loaded Handheld Stick & Poke Apparatus patent pending
- All within a svelte, Swedish-design carrying case!
Not only does this bad lady satisfy the criteria for havin’ fun; it satisfies the guilt you have concerning the sketchiness of garage-style tattoos!
MSRP $130.
more schoolwork
By Kervin | April 13, 2010 | No Comments
uh. well, hey, at least it’s something to look at.
for your * pleasure: hey, look! an apologies post!
By Kervin | April 8, 2010 | No Comments
yes, yes. we’re terrible people for ignoring our cash-cow blog. we should really spend more time ranting at the internet because holy shit, this website is genning up DUMP-TRUCK LOADS OF DOLLARS for us. but you see, we (meaning I– I can’t really speak for anybody but myself) have been six hell-tons of busy with projects for school, (professionally matted) working, (counting beans– twice) socializing, (getting drunk and naked and hanging out like i was some goddamn clothed emperor or something) and when we can find the time, sleeping (ha ha ha. just kidding. there’s no time for that.) the sad thing is, i haven’t had a good stretch of solitary moments when i can stretch out and listen to creepy music in the dark while i flick a knife open and closed and think about the catastrophe what is the world. I HAVE JUST BEEN TOO DAMN BUSY. but! i have been keeping up with my ultra-cool, but not tom waits cool, indie music blarg subscriptions, plus i have met some people who have amazing taste, so today i will cop-out and give you an installation of FOR MY PLEASURE BECAUSE IT’S GOOD GODDAMNIT, I WISH I COULD TAKE SOME OF THE CREDIT BUT I REALLY CAN NOT, BUT THAT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER ANYWAY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER BE THAT GUY WHO FINDS OUT ABOUT A BAND BEFORE ANYONE ELSE BECAUSE — LET’S FACE IT — NOBODY IS EVER THAT GUY.
jana hunter. yeahhhh, jana hunter:
Have You Got My Money by Jana Hunteroh and uh, Jungle Rot:
Psychotic Cremation by Jungle Rothrmmm, how’bout some Lusine Icl:
A Day Apart by Lusine Icland some Mark Lanegan:
Hit The City by Mark Lanegan…
Ok, yeah. Nothing left to say, really. These artists are on constant rotation in the background while I ACTUALLY ACCOMPLISH THINGS HOLY GOOD LORD AND GOLLY GOSH DAMN. I am going to stay up all night drinking coffee and finish these photoshop assignments now.
more school dickery
By Kervin | April 1, 2010 | 3 Comments
photoshop is not a vector program. the pen tool is for accurate selections. please do not make me do any more of these.
for your * pleasure – what is the opposite of psychedelic rock
By Kervin | March 16, 2010 | No Comments
good evening, ladies and germs. please refrain from throwing your rotten fruits and vegetables of ignoring these huge chunks of text i devote to screaming about things i like for a second, that is, please just refrain from the internet standby of tee ell semi-colon dee arr, because i’d like to introduce to you FOR YOUR INTIMIDATION AND POSSIBLE SPOOK-OUT, another round of sharing the creepy music i devote chunks of my life to sitting down and listening to. it’s important.
i have a lot of paranoias. conspiracy theories, being buried alive, tapeworms, foot fungus, alien abduction, abduction proper, large spaces, small spaces, no people, too many people, forced intrusion, (remember that creepy fucker from m. night shyamalan’s sleeper-hit [read: piece of shit] unbreakable? “can i come in?” haunts me to this day.) undercooked seafood, goats’ eyes, cats sleeping on my face,
Orphaned By The Ocean - 2009
and BEING ON A BOAT SINKING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING OCEAN TEN-THOUSAND MILES AWAY FROM ANY SORT OF PLAUSIBLE RESCUE OR OTHER METHODS OF SUPPORT OR SUSTENANCE. HOLY SHIT. DEAR FUCKING GOD IT’S THE WORST THING TO THINK ABOUT EVER.
Teeth of the Sea - Only Fools On Horse Teeth of the Sea - Latin Inchesthat’s all there is to TEETH OF THE SEA’s album ORPHANED BY THE OCEAN. look at that album art. listen to those first two tracks. sinking with your tiny crew in the vast, ice-cold north-atlantic reaches of depths, surrounded only by a bunch of shit that people probably don’t even need, at fucking DUSK. flare guns hold standard-size shotgun ammunition for a reason.
