Archive for the 'stream of consciousness' Category

It’s a crab invasion!

Friday, December 26th, 2008


Little crab, don’t worry, your time will come. In the meantime stay back and keep a nice distance of whitespace around you for protection while you observe the behavior of the big dark crabs as they fight it out. Your light will shine and hopefully by then you’ve learned an important lesson. Be patient, stay true to yourself and don’t get discouraged by the status quo that might no longer apply when you get there.

Transcessive Moods

Monday, June 9th, 2008


Welcome to my playground! The colors are ready, they aren’t getting any brighter if you wait. I say you four to the right, stand in front of that first postcard. One does makeup one hair, one will model and the fourth one shoots the photos. Switch it up, I want to see all of you in each role by the end of the day. Can’t wait to see what you’re going to come up with this time!


Sunday, April 6th, 2008


ur-banimal android model es-001

Thursday, October 26th, 2006




m u l t i p l i c i t y

Thursday, October 26th, 2006

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there’s one no two no three no four. they’re everywhere, it’s hard to score. the red is right. the blue stacks bright. in front behind and in the light.

on top they sit. and fill the void. they’re all the same and not destroyed. you want them all to feed your lust, so fit them in you know you must.

urban fragments

Thursday, October 26th, 2006


i would run from you but instead i stay. put. in the subway. which moves for me. presenting me with motion. pictures. unfolding in front of my eyes. buildings. reflections. urban fragments. i see it once, now twice. what was before is now behind. the colors shift. no sky no land. i run away. it runs for me. the urban blur. the sea of hope. where people land. i want to be.

your street…!

Wednesday, October 25th, 2006

I found a street that isn’t mine - but it belongs to Caroline.

my dog ate my homework…

Saturday, October 21st, 2006


The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Good job, Pitu. Go fetch. Thank you. Oh no, not again. That was the one I actually needed. I hope they will understand. No, not the expensive paper! PITU! What’s that in your mouth? Good dog, come here. Drop. DROP I said. Here, take this instead. We have a business to run here! Aaaaah… come here… hugs, kisses. Good dog.

transcessive scabs

Saturday, October 21st, 2006


Cut paper with your tounge. Don’t look back. Repeat. Again. Turn to your right. Repeat. Again. Turn to your left. Start over. Shed layers. The slices of time. Fragments of yourself. Go for it. Take them off. Every single one of them. You won’t need them anymore. Litter your past. The air is sharp. It hurts to breathe. Cut it up. Suck it in. Spit it out. Walk away.


Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006