Owen Wilson's Calming Tone.

The Label of Disenchantment.

I marauded in front of this brooding crescendo
to this disheveled voice;
I tilt my head down
upon the spotlit parking space,
trying to feel a spark
in a despondent snowstorm;
or the glory of an exposed false prophet.
the label of disenchantment
looms over like a single rain cloud,
but the hope in it still dries me up,
as long as I can stay awake.

For 'Murica.

The World Seems Quiet When I'm Standing High Above It.

Though the wraiths of mist in the wind,

For I stare into the eyes of sonder;

As the buildings below become obtuse,

I don't recognize this place any more.

Crumbling Visage of The Once-Former, Now Democratic Way of What's Closest to Heart.

 

 

 

There's No Worries At All When The World Thinks Your A Creep.

Your Kiss is So Sweet, As Your Sweat is So Sour.

Black Cat Somewhere In The Heart of the Beast.

Up to No Good.

Teenage Apathy Getting Some Attention.

here's more pictures of shirts I previously made,
as I wanna make more.

Spray.

Time to dress the world in ivory...

Avoiding the Crowd of Offbeat Bohemian Wannabees or A Death in Prague.

Eyes staring back too much

When I can't keep to look away

For the war that will chase me out

And the fear I won't have it for long

Don't applause for this relentless attack

For my blitzkrieg will surrender me

And the kaisers won't survive long;

So much for thinking out loud.

Ugly disco & kitsch overalls,

What's your best idea for us?

Capitalistic pleasures bought my romance

What's the reason for helping anyone?

Quite cheap the plastic feels

If the bottle pours selflessness,

Make that hassle for your ego.

For every four, the next one's free!

What The Dada Man Said To The Modern Girl.

"Under the cobblestone road, I met Stonewall Jackson,
Surrounded in the magical elastic wonder of another blooper reel.
Even under the terms, he yearned to exterminate animals that don't exist.

Young blooming skies are covered in colored flowers,
Overrun by the likes of bad mascara.
Umber-like lines dressed my toes quite vicious,
Running up something important or nuclear.

It makes me jump in a Donkey Kong-like charade
My red-faced tears smiled a whisper's worth of rain,
All kinds of screaming females come along with dented hooks
Glancing down to dance with fascist eyes;
It makes the charlatans run off pleasing.

Nostalgic times for the young to understand,
And a Shirley Temple smile to help forget my solemn wishes.
To save a scent for the detergent-washed Nazis
Inspecting another chance for romance and blitz
Obtuse strobe lighting and discotheque rain surrounds ten 'o' clock tea time
Needless to say, my umbrella lands in an African wonder

Didn't you dream it would end up this way?
As I'm daft like rascals and apple pie,
Running away from the passage of time
Licking frozen steel to keep me off my feet
In a centerfold of my own entertainment
Not that I should state the syrup-slipping obvious out
Gonna end my endeavor with an exclamation mark."

I'm Punk, Therefore, I Am.

4am, and there's no one out looking
but you nor your tatt cares about that
with a bow to perfect such messy hair
a white cardigan to cover the colours on your back
a pierced hollow ear, in today's trend
no one could understand the slap of your hand
not that the guys around are unkind
but its never the time when shit hits the fan

polka-dotted chucks and wrigley's gum
torn, black, short jeans so swift and lean
glossy and dark nail polish
suede black jacket beneath a row uncleaned
she awaits off a fluorescent corner
with red lipstick shaded of the light it emits
she smiled as she passed among the lines
and I kept face as I reminisced tasting the salt off those lips.

A Rise and Fall In Less Then 24 Hours.

Ok. So, for where I work today, we were video taping over at a prison, and I got to visit the set to take care of business that required me to be on one of the work trucks, which was inside the prison. To get in or out, we had to ride in a van or truck, and so I got on and carried on with my business. Easy enough. However, when I was done, I couldn't find a van to take me out, and it took the longest time before I caught a ride with whatever van I could find. This is the result of that:

So, I did the most logical thing to do in this situation, I uploaded on the interwebs for shits and giggles and expected modest views. It ended up being anything but modest:

 Yes, over 1.5 million views. In less then 24 hours. Ok. I was more or less the same, and near deadpan. This is nothing to change to world, and would probably be more likely to be remembered by someone with an attention span of a 5-year old. But what topped the cake, is what happened in the pic below.

 Yeah, whatever, thats a good 15 seconds of fame. Back to modern life and how.

For The Nicest Neumann.

Crossing the Street with Mr.Fredricksen.

Close enough.

Such a Pleaser.

300,000!

Only to Impress Freddy Feedback.