champagne donuts coffee
By Kervin | November 24, 2009 | No Comments
It’s a celebratory night– David and I got accepted to attend an expensive art school. It starts with recording the band: laying down drum tracks, take after take, over re-recorded guitar parts. (nothing short of perfection.) A quick jaunt to a grocery store, champagne, yellow car. Or maybe photographer dude– I know the image has been floating around the internet for a while, but the metaphor eludes me. Or maybe it’s dream-state. I am the car. I am the scenery. I am the photographer and the smoke and the rubble and sooner or later I’ll pick up a book and figure out what all that’s about.
Or, for the time being, I have a path. The trees are there, so is the dirt and the dust… a concrete barricade and a photographer; the car, an exuberant yellow type, that’s there too. I am driving and I am witness. Neither is more important, the crash and aftermath or the brazen opportunity to snap a portrait. Which is more terrifying: a) being the person [out] of control and scraping with death, or b) risking life for such an opportunity? OR PERHAPS THE CAR DRIVES YOU
Citations of rampant thought-processes / Meta to fill a mood
[1] The Build – “Fellows of a bookish sort” making instrumental “thinkin’ music.” Songs “price of shotgun” and “the one i can’t remember,” respectively.
[2a] Dar Comic – Adventures in an Art Degree, Sexuality, and Life Crises. Just read them all from the start. She funny.
[2b] The Everyday -Simply and unabashedly real life ala Jeff Brown, et. al. [2a] Humorous, dark, face-value, depth, British.
[3] Fourteen Teeth – My pornography, my philosophy, my justification that man is doin a-ok. Ride a bicycle.
Unforgivable
By Kervin | October 12, 2009 | No Comments
She’s a crafty little DIVA, and there’s NO getting around that. But am I the only one that SEES it? Am I the only person on this globe that notices her TEENY clever MANIPULATIONS? Just because you’re CUTE doesn’t grant you a DAMN FREE RIDE! I mean, I want to– I HAVE to! Just until she gets back on her feet! Oh, hang on. She’s clawing at my door. Gotta go fill her bowl.
…and I quote:
By Kervin | October 1, 2009 | No Comments
ho humbucker
buzz buzz buzz
so, scumsucker
was was was
… another “prison” tattoo. these are really easy to heal, evidently.
where it sits on the body
conquering the birth of geometry
By Kervin | September 30, 2009 | No Comments
well, let’s see here. start with parts: 1) geo – somehow pertaining to the big ball we all shit on and 2) metrics – something about the maths we’ve all done now and again.
now, let’s take into consideration a very vague history of human life. we started as apes, then figured out hitting with sticks, got a little smarter, made some more tools and formed tribes of the strong, intelligent and quick– no longer had to work as hard at gettin a meal, so we had the time to get a little smarter, and somewhere along those lines realized that with enough tools, strength, and agility, we could keep shit to ourselves. so we did that, and then realized “hey damn this is energy-consumin” so we devised that we could make other humans do the gruntwork for us with silly reasons like slavery and wages. then individuals realized they weren’t the only ones doing this, so we humans needed ways to fence others out so turfs weren’t tarnished. basic concepts of “this shit’s mine so fuck off” were enforced with “fences” and “blunt weapons” but it turns out those ways weren’t too particularly accurate. so there were “god” and “law” and other silly things thrown in there at some point while indentured servants, or “mathematicians” were beaten with sticks or swords or whatever until they figured out some ideas that conflicted with “god” or “law” or what-have-you, but were still very, very, very good at saying “keep your goddamn feet off my extremely precisely defined hunk of dirt we’re trying to raise cattle and sheep for wool and food over here goddamnit, those are mine.” or, in a word, plots.
i’ve got a couple. see you on saturday, harwood
