Nutbush Flats

2012-01-09T19:15:00.000-08:00

it seems i've walked away and ain't coming back...i may have.(http://www.slackjawradio.blogspot.com/ )...if you were wondering, scroll down through Slackjaw Radio and you will find life from nutbush flats...illuminated.

Now I Understand

2011-08-30T20:58:00.000-07:00

Well, I see it's like this.

They hid under the steeple until the slug hit the rafters.

Then, they all came out and put on a really good show.

This ones for you, Dad.

2011-08-08T22:47:00.000-07:00

driver, maybe you should close the windows. it's getting dark. it's eerie. it's all upside down...when i was a little kid i read newsletters from Russia. all of the faces were blotted-out because, if they were found-out speaking, their tongues would be removed or they were killed...driver, maybe you should close the windows. it's getting dark. i don't feel like...

2011-07-26T21:29:00.000-07:00

Driver, you're too slow in the turns. Can't you see the wide open space over the edge?

my sister took these pictures

2011-07-19T21:04:00.000-07:00

driver...it rained today...the only time i sat still was in the garden...

i know i'm rambling...my sister took these pictures...and i really can't sit still anymore.

Driver wait...

2011-07-14T19:33:00.000-07:00

Driver, wait! Slow down. Look. That man thinks he's Picasso. And him, he thinks he's Bacon. And that man over there thinks he's Miro. Why doesn't anybody tell them that they're not? (Maybe for the same reason I won't.) Alright, I've seen enough...drive on.

2011-07-12T09:51:00.000-07:00

it's a snooty little scene...snooty little twits saving the world with paint...it's all empty garbage..."driver, let's go. I'll watch them from the window...turn on the radio so I can hear myself think."
-slackjaw radio (http://slackjawradio.blogspot.com/)

2011-04-25T22:21:00.000-07:00

who's driving?

bowls not bottles

2011-04-12T17:11:00.000-07:00

so...this week, i'll partake in "illustration friday". the word of the day is "bottled"...so, i say this man is not holding a fishbowl-it's a fishbottle. next week he'll be back to holding a fishbowl...this drawing is not new. this drawing is ten years old...and i am not new and i am not ten years old.

where i got dropped off

2011-04-04T17:54:00.000-07:00

C-head for #5

2011-03-31T19:41:00.000-07:00

Hey, #3. Good story...The guy deserved it...

2011-03-18T21:07:00.000-07:00

i turned over the ground. i planted peas today. i planted spinach and lettuce. i poured out the water but i won't finish. tomorrow, you will plant me and walk away...

2011-03-10T20:54:00.000-08:00

A controlled bombing is destructive. A ten month drunk is a broken coaster brake.
-jamie luhn

hey stick man

2011-03-08T22:04:00.000-08:00

hey stick man...the jack-o-lantern blew her mind...ducks with dead bones rode silent bicycles...and we shot tomatoes off our heads when the drums died...there were 70 beercans in the yard when the sun came up.

warning?

2011-03-08T20:55:00.000-08:00

we're lost...

but, that's o.k. because we'll buy something

and make it all better again.

Today, my numbers flipped over and made me 40

2011-03-02T17:03:00.000-08:00

When I was born, a giant turnip began to grow in the back of my soul.
I don't know if it was supposed to be a gift or a curse.

Roald Dahl: The Sound Machine

2011-02-25T21:16:00.000-08:00

Can you always believe in what you think? Can you listen and hear? Will you look?

Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues

2011-02-20T18:36:00.000-08:00

Dirty sheets and you stare at the ceiling. Cigarette butts on a scuffed-up floor...and nobody knows that good time Charlie's got the blues.

bootleg

2011-02-18T19:44:00.000-08:00

It was probably raining or snowing that night. And there was a bunch of old televisions and VCRs on stage playing cartoons and oddball clips of junk and stuff...a xerox...a spoof...we played at the Creekside-2001...I tried to remember the words and hung on and went on the ride...singing for Juniper Tree was an amazing experience-you never knew what would happen until right before it happened.

2011-02-09T20:25:00.000-08:00

He'll never know why you waited 'til the rain came through the ceilings and fell on his bed and froze a crust on his skin. He'll never know why you stood there and scooped out his insides with your shovel. And we all know that he'll never know why you threw his guts in a bucket and scattered them through the garden.

Johnny Cash - Hurt

2011-02-03T23:53:00.000-08:00

Plaid Mustard

2011-02-03T23:13:00.000-08:00

The other night, I went to the Vegas Strip Club and paid four dollars for a plastic cup of cheap beer. Plaid Mustard was performing. I don't know so much about your philosophy of music but if you can't stomach Cash and Motorhead and George Jones on the first night, you never will...or will you?

Black Toast

2011-01-29T17:44:00.000-08:00

... when the odds are against you...

2011-01-27T21:16:00.000-08:00

I said. "Hey Max. It wasn't very terrible today."

He said. "It must've been a good day, then." With his rag, he brushed a
few crumbs and a cigarette butt onto the floor. He looked back at the television.

I twiddled with some bills and said. "Send me down another beer; I'm goin' back to Nutbush Flats."

He said. "Whatever floats yer boat, man. Whatever floats yer boat." He changed the channel, brought me a beer, and took my money.

Why You Should'nt Be Sitting There Staring At The Toolshed

2011-01-26T14:51:00.000-08:00

Here you are. This year's first real snow storm...And you're sitting there and not at your place of part-time employment.

Well...I don't have enough gas in the truck to go all the way to the gas station in 4WD...

You should have thought about that last night.

...should've but didn't.

Sometimes you are really dim. And you had better not get fired on the grounds of being such an idiot, either.

The Dust

2011-01-25T21:39:00.000-08:00

The dust would fall like a mist and the mist would settle on the window sills. The dust would whisper through the screens and rest in the cracks and the cobwebs. We didn't pay attention. We fried eggs and bacon in the morning and were happy. We took the dogs out to pee.

Haggai 1:6

2011-01-20T20:03:00.000-08:00

Ye have sown much, and bring in little; ye eat, but ye have not enough; ye drink, but ye are not filled with drink; ye clothe you, but there is none warm; and he that earneth wages earneth wages to put it into a bag with holes.

(note to self: ...hmm...you can only dream of writing like this.)

2011-01-19T21:09:00.000-08:00

He asked me, "How far down do you have to go before they strap you down and send you up to the sixth-floor?"

I don't know.

He asked me, "Do you think we'd be roommates?"

I don't know.

He said, "If you talk in 'group' they might let you out of your room on your own. They might let you walk down the hall by yourself."

He said, "If you walk down the hall along the wall and rub your hands together as if your fingers were cold, they will think you have 'feelings'. If you talk to yourself loud enough they will think you're being social again and let you go downstairs."

I said, "I hope they don't let you go without me."

He knew.

He said, "I couldn't let that happen.

2011-01-18T20:37:00.000-08:00

(note to self: what are you doing?...i don't know...when you get old and all of your hair falls out, get a place in town. sit on the porch and talk to the neighbors. and when they all cross the street to pass your house, go back inside...okay.)

The very last time I saw Georgie-boy, he was picking up stones and putting them in his clothes. He said they were stars that hit the ground before their time. He said. "I'm going to put them back."
"You're putting them back?" I asked. " You can't breathe out there."
He said. "I quit breathing a long time ago." And I believed him.

The other day I stopped by the White Star and had a dog. They said, "The half-wit lit himself on fire and jumped off the shithouse."
"Well? What happened to him? Is he gonna be alright?"
"Who the hell knows." They said. "Ain't nobody can find 'im."

I paid up and left a little change. (I thought, "Can a boy really get that far away with a pocket full of rocks?")

(Maybe.)

2011-01-17T22:26:00.000-08:00

(Note to self: grow better tomatoes this year...your character is getting dark and weird...i know...)

It was a Tuesday. I don't remember the exact Tuesday. But, I remember a
Tuesday in May when I fell through the floor. I didn't laugh when the floor rotted beneath me and fell in small pieces.

I didn't laugh when my fingers bled and the roots that broke in my grasp became smaller.

I fell and faster.

The mud will be deep at the bottom.

2011-01-14T22:29:00.000-08:00

the door's been blown right off its hinges and now the authority addicts are falling all over themselves coming out of the closet...the marionettes...the frauds...the dolls...the fools.
and there's too many artists in the pile...should I back away and change my name again?...I shake my head in my hands. I'm embarrassed...

"Don't touch my crutch." He softly spoke.

2011-01-14T22:02:00.000-08:00

2011-01-10T21:44:00.000-08:00

(note to self: keep your fingers in your pocket or you won't get anywhere.)

Motörhead - I Don`t Believe A Word

2011-01-08T21:18:00.000-08:00

...don't make a sideshow of yourself...

2011-01-04T20:41:00.000-08:00

I was always told how you wouldn't walk away from a fight. Why did you run? I could of shown you how to blow your brains out real slow.

2010-12-28T20:00:00.000-08:00

It's my feet that want to move.

He was sitting on the fence this morning and I almost walked by without seeing him. He was nursing a pint but held it out for me. I never did like the taste or the smell or the burn, but I wanted to stop so I took a hit. I closed my eyes. I grimaced as the whiskey fell down my throat.
I said. "I hate it."
"Be careful." He said. "Somebody might believe you."
He laughed as my feet started moving again.
Over my shoulder, he shouted. "Go back. Go back to the world."
I didn't turn around. I didn't tell him that I'd been there before and didn't care for it.

2010-12-27T01:04:00.000-08:00

Well, I want to get the hell outta here. So, here ya go. Maybe you'll turn back, too, for this is where the sidewalk ends.

2010-12-21T22:05:00.000-08:00

There was a fog in the kitchen when the sun hit the windows and the moss grew strong in the palm of my hands. I smelled of last night and I felt like my head hit the floor like a stone.

2010-12-20T21:06:00.000-08:00

I didn't know where I was going so I came home in the dark. I didn't know the words but I sang hymns until I fell asleep against the wall.

2010-12-16T22:41:00.000-08:00

The yearbook was open and you realized that you went to school with a few spoiled, rich brats who destroyed the whole class. You realized that you didn't do anything to make it better.

2010-12-14T22:24:00.000-08:00

EVERYTHING IS BACKWARD...IT'S JUST BOTHERSOME...i would just like to enjoy a normal life...and our little shack is cold (but that's normal for this time of year)...I think there's a 'possum in the attic and that's not normal. But it is normal that it is my fault.

What Jack saw...

2010-12-12T22:09:00.000-08:00

2010-12-11T19:18:00.000-08:00

You never knew that I wrecked your brother's truck three times before I got to the bar. You never knew that I didn't eat the chips because you overlooked the foil in the platter. You never knew that the woman whose face needed glasses gave me 58 dollars. You never knew that I gave it back because it wasn't right. But you always knew that I drank the beer and I saw your brother limping along the highway.

2010-12-09T20:56:00.000-08:00

sometimes we walked along the water. sometimes we stood by the fire. sometimes we would sleep beneath the trees. and sometimes i spoke then wished i hadn't said anything at all.

uhh...i don't know

2010-12-07T21:25:00.000-08:00

...but I didn't fell like complaining ...
So...
here are a few chalk drawings.
One was done at Spencer's and one was done
on a garden shed.

My name is John Daker

2010-11-25T18:58:00.000-08:00

...okay, I just can't help myself...

2010-11-23T20:34:00.000-08:00

"Don't allow yourself to go too far away." He said. "Getting back will be the hardest thing you'll ever have to do."
Maybe it was my toes in the soft earth or the breeze on my ears that made me love to run. I didn't want to go back so I ran as far as I did.

2010-11-22T21:42:00.000-08:00

"Keeping one step ahead
of the persecutor within."
-Bob Dylan

Are You A Radical If You're Not Sterile?

2010-11-16T22:31:00.000-08:00

When I look at art today, I'm just bored. Those with all the talent and the skill bore the shit out of me. Is it because of the computer? Is it because of the assholes from the sixties have put a clamp on everyones balls? Am I just bored with the porners and the politically correct weenies? The sissies? What am I? A radical in this sterile country?
"Shut up!" You say. "I don't wanna hear it." Well, I can tell. Deep down inside of you, you want to speak but fear of rejection will break your glass marbles so you are quiet. You go along to get along. You rearrange your whole being just to get along. Rearranged facts get in the way of truth but it's so much easier to deal with...So, don't you be a radical in this sterile civilization. It's not easy being a radical. It's not easy being real.

WHAT?

2010-11-07T19:14:00.000-08:00

WHAT? What is it? What am I missing? Is anyone going to give me an answer? Is anyone going to tell me why artist's always preach their individualism but so often gravitate toward having somebody tell them what to think and do? It makes no sense to me why so many artists are such authority addicts...maybe I should get some tattoos. That would show those bastards. Yeah, fight the power, man...(barffff!).

Living Simple

2010-11-02T21:04:00.000-07:00

Living simple. What is that supposed to mean? Does it mean- go to work and the gas station and the grocery store and then to the tv? Does it mean- till the ground and grow the breakfast? Does it mean-drive an electric car and go to the organic market?

There seems to be a lot of talk about living simple. Does anybody live a simple life? Can life become complicated with the regulations of simplicity? Is "simplicity" just another advertisement for the product of whoever's selling? Or is all this talk just a huge distraction? We do need distraction in our life or we wouldn't be very happy. Truth is usually an uncomfortable affair.

But it's not for you is it? You always did know it all.

2010-11-01T23:26:00.000-07:00

The man in the headwear walked into the cafe and blew-up 40 people just to show us that we should be like him.

Juniper Tree Ghosts

2010-11-01T21:49:00.000-07:00

(warning: melancholy and also, unfortunate language somewhere around six minutes and forty-eight seconds)...

Depression is a parasite...a demon...a dragon...a worm.

Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

2010-10-29T22:52:00.000-07:00

Dr Hook and the Medicine Show

2010-10-28T21:25:00.000-07:00

You may be some kind of elitist if you don't think these retards are funny.

Yvette Has A 400 Pound Butt

2010-10-26T22:19:00.000-07:00

My sister said that Yvette rolled her 400 pound ebony butt into the kitchen and was licking her lips while she watched me from the window.

I once loaned Yvette 4 dollars to cover a six pack of beer. She said, "I'll pay you back tomorrow." But she didn't and she didn't pay me back the next week either.

One night she broke her bed...well, she and some other unfortunate soul broke her bed. And she wanted her bed fixed. She asked me to fix her bed. She owes me 4 dollars. I didn't fix her bed until she gave me 4 dollars. She cried in the driveway. She screamed at me.

She gave me 4 dollars.

I bet she won't lick her lips at me again.

Juniper Tree's Cosmic Dirt

2010-10-25T10:17:00.000-07:00

This song was composed in a basement. The lyrics I wrote in a shack. We recorded this song in a barn...and the madcap does laugh.

Sunday Afternoon

2010-10-25T09:45:00.001-07:00

Whoever said, "Slow and steady wins the race" is full of crap.

2010-10-21T18:59:00.000-07:00

If they give you ruled paper,
write the other way.
-Juan Ramon Jimenez

My Boy, The Six Grade Journalist and capturer of things not to be captured

2010-10-19T20:10:00.000-07:00

Maybe it was the smell of the forest this time of year. Maybe it was the funeral of our drummer that got to us. Maybe it was just the fact that when more than one member of Juniper Tree is in the same vicinity, things just start to happen. Maybe my son thought that it was his duty to catch us in the act...I'm glad he didn't catch all of it-for we were just getting started.

My boy discovered the camera and windows movie maker...I think a monster has been created.

So...that's that. I told him I would post some of his work...If you don't find the humor, well, don't feel bad. You're one of many...but I found it.

Coming Down

2010-10-18T11:58:00.000-07:00

juniper tree i remain

2010-10-16T20:08:00.000-07:00

...turn up the bass and the volume, close your eyes, and there's Donnie.

the finished product

2010-10-16T18:25:00.000-07:00

Here is the complete version of "I Remain". I guess we couldn't wait. Donnie always did like to play this song.

"I've been walking around in a daze since the day you left this earth. Here's to you, man."

Chad, Thanks For This

2010-10-12T23:30:00.000-07:00

Chad, thanks for putting this together and posting it. Donnie was a natural. I'll never not hear him-even when I'm deaf.

Donnie Gipe 1968-2010

2010-10-10T21:30:00.000-07:00

Donnie, I just thought that when we were all together again, we would play some music and act silly like this.
I'm gonna miss those drums.

I'll see you on Wednesday.

2010-10-07T21:16:00.000-07:00

Donnie, now, you'll always be 41.

We're gonna miss you.

open letter to teabagists, jesusphobes, and other bigots

2010-10-01T22:16:00.000-07:00

i wasn't going to put anymore dumb songs on this blog until it was one that i wrote but then i saw this . at first, i thought this was funny. the grand leader looked like a clown. then, he looked like an evil clown. then a monster. then the devil...are you a follower and don't know who this guy was? or do you know who this guy was and you're a leader? how can you call teabaggers nazis? are you insane?

2010-09-30T22:17:00.000-07:00

It wasn't like that. It wasn't like that at all. Right? It was just that the summer wind blew in a direction that it had never blown before.

no title

2010-09-30T22:01:00.000-07:00

i ask you...left winger, right winger, fence sitter, socialist, artist, church-goer, atheist, whateverist...who said life was fair? and who said that i have to listen to you anyway? You?

2010-09-30T21:50:00.000-07:00

i asked the devil why he went away. i thought you were an angel but then you didn't tell me.

Here's A Little Tip For The Pros

2010-09-28T22:14:00.000-07:00

umm...try adding a little bit of art to yer stuff...uhh... I mean, a little bit of your own art.

DEATH OF A CLOWN- THE KINKS - DAVE DAVIES

2010-09-28T20:53:00.000-07:00

I lied. I'm tired. I don't feel like speaking. I don't feel like saying anything. I don't have anything to say...Rip somebody else off. I'm gonna have a drink or few and pull the covers over my head and stay in bed...hell, the lions and the tigers are dead...and you can't tame a leach...won't someone help me to break up this ground? Let's all drink to the death of a clown.

2010-09-26T21:16:00.000-07:00

Motorhead - Killed By Death

2010-09-19T21:28:00.000-07:00

I'm stuck in the middle...and this is the dumbest I've seen but I want to jump up and down and scream. "KILLED BY DEATH!!!"...

Another, the Other Day

2010-09-11T20:09:00.000-07:00

The other day I was sick of it all. I decided to drive the car into a stone wall. Now Mrs.L is mad at me. The driveway wasn't long enough and I dented the hood when a flower pot fell on it.

The other day I was sick of it all. I decided to jump. Now, I'm mad because I sprained my ankle when I fell off the ladder trying to climb out of the basement window.

The other day I was sick of it all. I shoved the barrel under my chin and pulled the trigger. Now, there's a BB lodged in my skin that I'm gonna have to pick out with tweezers.

The other day I was sick of it all. I sat on the porch and rolled a cigarette. I cracked open a beer and waited.

Sep. 11

2010-09-10T20:33:00.000-07:00

Every year I have to think about it. "Where were you on September 11? Where were you when the towers fell?"

It's embarrassing where I was.

I was drunk.

I was passed out.

My little boy was running free through the house. Beer cans were litter. An empty bottle of gin was in the sink. My brain was burned. My mind was wrecked. I was done.

I crawled.

I woke up.

I ask you, artist. Maybe you weren't stoned and passed out, but did you ever wake up?

Or are you still living in your little dream world?

Are you still drunk on yourself?

carpet samples

2010-09-08T21:30:00.000-07:00

web log no. 135 -What?

2010-09-07T22:00:00.000-07:00

I may be asking the wind for directions. But why do all these people run around like they think that they're "free thinkers"?

Have you ever tried to deviate from a "free-thinker's" ideas? Have you ever opened your mind to find a solution and when you found a solution you were called a hater-bigot-phobic-ist-izm? And, called it by a "free-thinker".

I think that's why art has turned into another piece of throw away garbage. The "free-thinkers" are running the show.

Cut the strings...walk.

small town news

2010-09-06T20:00:00.000-07:00

Last week a Jamie Luhn interview was found in a small town newspaper. Here is an overwhelmed fan reading said interview.

A Painting Brush Attempt

2010-09-06T19:11:00.000-07:00

Stacking drawings and such and such and things in the blog helps me keep track of some of the things I've done or thought. Otherwise I forget. I may find a drawing next year stuck in some pile in a drawer that I didn't remember existed (the drawer or the drawing). I may find one on the roof or behind the sink. I found this in front of me because it was still here...another attempt with a watercolor brush. Hats off to the watercolor people. It's a real pain in the neck!!!

2010-09-03T21:02:00.000-07:00

He was in the dooryard. He was on the porch. He was on the steps. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. He wore a wise costume. I was afraid.

I studied the sun and the shadows. I carved all the circles and fit them together to turn all my hands to point in directions. I tried to forget I'm a blink of an eye.

I wanted to think I invented time.

I tried to forget that we live forever.

Dessert

2010-09-03T11:12:00.001-07:00

Rockstars...somebody shoot me!

2010-08-30T12:38:00.000-07:00

Here's the band in 2000 getting our picture taken before we went to Jim's Tavern to do what rockstars do-sit around...It looks like we were going to kick the camera's ass.

Immovable

2010-08-30T10:49:00.000-07:00

A little bit of sketchbook tomfoolery. I don't know why things have taken such a dark turn, lately.

Thumbing Through Yesterday

2010-08-28T18:16:00.000-07:00

I always did like to go to a bar before lunch. And, it was so much better when the band, Juniper Tree, was there. And about 10 years ago, there we were. It looks like someone just got picked-on. It may have been me (the one on the left) or it may have been Chad (the one in the middle). Picking at each others faults was kind of like our hobby.

Hopefully, soon I'll post some of our music. It will be old. But it will be.

(don't confuse Juniper Tree with a band on youtube with a similar name! we are not on youtube, right now.)

Nature Boy

2010-08-24T21:14:00.000-07:00

On Saturday, the air outside wasn't too warm. Nature Boy drove to the woods, parked his car, and walked around amongst the trees. He fondled the ferns and lay in the moss. He caressed the trees. The rough bark on his soft, pink skin. Then, he drove home to his favorite coffeeshop and had a great conversation about how we broke the sky.

The rattlesnakes were quiet this summer. None found sizzling in the pan...

Nature Boy sipped his Locha-mocha-happa-sappa-lotte-chino. I said. "How did your potatoes do this year?" You didn't plant potatoes this year. I can tell by your hands. I can tell by what you drink. I can tell by what you say...

I said. "Nature Boy, I don't care if you go walking in the woods. I hope you love it as much as I do. But, you need to shut up. You don't know your butt from the hole in the ground that you found when you where out here walking around."

"I think you're a hater." He said. "SAVE THE WHALES AND THE CLIMATE AND STUFF!!!" He raised his fist.

Go Away

2010-08-22T19:45:00.000-07:00

I tried to go to college. It wasn't for me. I decided, then, that I didn't want to be an artist or a prostitute. So, before I began to write songs and front a band, I thought that maybe I wanted to put some clothes in a pack and start walking. Go nowhere or anywhere. Just walk. I guess that I made the right decision. If I had stuck a .45 in my pants, I would have been patted down for sure. If I didn't have it, I would have been thrown off a bridge by drunken killbillies. Or some Liberal would have locked me up in the asylum and cut part of my brain out because I didn't want to participate in the game...well, I dare you to come and get me. Actually, go away and leave me alone.

2010-08-17T23:10:00.000-07:00

Come on man! You're bangin' around in my head like a pair of old shoes in the washing machine...Ughhh! A little peace of mind would be nice. Open the damn door, already!

Star Gazer

2010-08-13T11:55:00.001-07:00

You Shouldn't Be Here

2010-08-12T19:55:00.000-07:00

It must have been the sound of rain that made me sit up and roll a cigarette.

I went to the side door to smoke and watch the rain splash on the porch. It splashed on my bare feet and splashed inside. You walked into the porchlight from the trees. I knew it was you. I know your worn boots. I know your blue, work pants and flannel shirt. I know how you roll your sleeves and push them up your arms. I know your smell.

I won't look you in the eye.

I let you in and you sat your rifle on the floor with the barrel resting in the handle of the refrigerator door. You hoisted yourself up on the counter next to the sink.

"You shouldn't be here." I said. "You're not supposed to be here."

Your rifle was rusted and scratched in a way it didn't belong with you. There was never a speck of rust on your guns, ever. If there was ever a scratch, I never saw it. Religiously, you kept your guns clean. They were an investment, you said.

"What happened? What did you do to your gun?"

I know you smiled like when you were drunk. You said. "Do you know what blood does to steel, son? Do you know what a belt buckle will do if you fall in a frenzy?" I know how you grin when you're embarrassed. A big grin without showing your teeth. And, I couldn't look you in the eye. I don't want to see your face.

I don't want to see your face because I know that most of it isn't there.

I once sat in your room and smoked. A piece of your brain was on the floor and dry. I picked it up. I studied it in the palm of my hand before I went to the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet. I used a razor blade to shave your blood from the windows. The specks were so small and fine that no one else could see them. But, I still see them.

And I can't look you in the eye.

I said. "You shouldn't be here. You're not supposed to be here."

"No." You said. "I'm not supposed to be here. But I get lonely, too."

Be Careful...

2010-08-09T20:59:00.001-07:00

He sat up in bed and said. "Life sucks! I wish I were dead."

He stood at the counter and said. "I'd like an egg sandwich and hash browns and a large coffee."
She brought him his tray and said. "I'm sorry, sir. We're out of eggs and bread, potatoes and coffee. Here's a cavity and soft gums, a small heart attack and a large brain cancer."
"uh...can I have this to go?"
"Oh, of course you can. Would you like some rabies for your heart attack?"
"Umm. ..I guess so...Have a nice day."

2010-08-07T20:35:00.000-07:00

Fifteen years ago, I said. "I want to be famous."
He said. "Be patient, you'll be dead soon enough."

They Said "Favorites?"

2010-08-06T21:12:00.000-07:00

Well, it changes. It always changes. I might change my mind, again-right now. Maybe, I always change my mind. Maybe , I turn in circles. Maybe, sometimes, I don't. Maybe, sometimes, you will.
(so, how dumb is this?)
FAVORITES:
Book:(usually whatever I'm reading at the moment) One Flew Over The Cucoo's Nest
Food: Mrs L's eggrolls
Band: Mumford and Son's
Song: Train by Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise
Artist: Edward Gorey

(hmm.)

Did you receive your instructions today?

2010-08-03T11:50:00.000-07:00

I tried to put this drawing on Illustration Friday but I screwed up the link again, so it just didn't take. Oh, well...it doesn't really make much difference, anyway. I think, since I didn't turn on the television

or computer this morning to receive my daily bread, I'm all out of whack and I just can't seem to fall in line.

2010-08-01T17:40:00.000-07:00

Who said?

"Beer is proof that God wants us to be happy."
Ben Franklin.
See? He was right.

Yesterday

2010-07-30T12:13:00.000-07:00

2010-07-19T21:56:00.000-07:00

One day, I was sitting on the porch drinking beer when I heard a crash. I turned my head and saw the mailbox flying down the road.

I Remember...

2010-07-15T22:26:00.000-07:00

I remember how she used to walk on the beach in her string bikini. I remember how she could turn the heads. I remember how she used to make me jealous. And I remember how I carved her a new leg out of cherrywood but then she wanted maple and then she wanted oak. When we were in bed I was afraid her leg would fall off but I was silent. I remember when she went away and and took her legs with her.

Are You Ready to Go?

2010-07-13T22:23:00.000-07:00

The Day the Wind Blew Our House Away

2010-07-11T20:19:00.003-07:00

I found this book at the Goodwill some years ago. I haven't read much of it; it's pretty boring. I sort of liked the illustrations so I found a dollar to pay for it. (In '98 the state boys sent me to AA meetings which were held above the Goodwill so I made quick meeting appearances before I looked at books and picked up my beer for the way home.)

Things around our house have a strange way of disappearing and then showing themselves, seemingly, out of the blue. This book turned up and I thumbed through it to look at the pictures and here inside the cover I found a sketch that I forgot that I did. I don't know,at the time, if I took a liking to the paper or I didn't feel like looking for my sketchbook, but I see that I drew this little dream.