identify the five flaws

2008-11-29T11:12:00.000-08:00

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2008-05-01T09:42:00.000-07:00

miscellaneous thoughts...

day in and day out, the people passed by, and i just watched and thought about how sometimes it feels illegal to even exist..so I decided to begin research on how to turn stress to calm, and failure to success.. donations can be sent to “the yeah right foundation”, 774 reckless way, cashville, canada, M4K E1T

when i was younger, i figured things might get easier with age, but at the end of yesterday i was left with a pile of dishes and a sense of impending doom that i haven’t managed to shake yet.

the other day i was thinking about life and the lack thereof, when Change came by and challenged me to a duel. i said i was busy and that i didn’t have time right then, but he just socked me one right in the teeth, and went on his way as i fell to the ground.

my favorite words are wait, listen, run and hide.

2008-04-07T08:14:00.000-07:00

something new and under construction

2008-02-22T14:52:00.000-08:00

these are my best friends

2008-02-10T14:30:00.000-08:00

it all started about two years ago...sitting on the roof of a boxcar talking..spring in montreal.

in the summer we went wandering, rode bikes beside the beaver pond and drifted to the middle of nowhere and back again...when we got back the squirrels had eaten our garden.

in the fall we caught free rides to toronto..stayed warm together on the cold, wet cp107 hotshot and made smiths falls just as the sun was coming up...found out there were problems up the line at belleville so we hatched a new plan:
it was scorched asphalt, cow pastures and prisons the rest of the way by day..highway 15 to kingston, then the 401 into the big city...thumbs up

it's february now, the worst month of all..we're in the thick of another gnarly montreal winter..it's 2008, the year of the resourceful rat..my year.
i'm glad we're in this together.. it's definitely just the beginning.

2008-01-30T08:54:00.001-08:00

which one of these things doesn't belong?

a beer drinkin, old pal

an extra happy rabbit

a set of train wheels in a field, just the wheels

fame and fortune

a rusty, old fountain statue

a train at turcot waving hi:

apartment life in the gritty city

the man in the white van:

a pacing smoker:

2008-01-28T12:57:00.001-08:00

there was a lot going on last tuesday in durtburg.. kids vandalizing things, a coke deal gone horribly wrong, about to become a double homicide ... the last blade of grass within 40 km was drying up and dying...i best go pick up a 40 and forget any of this ever happened..

2008-01-21T11:52:00.000-08:00

some old and some new

2008-01-13T15:12:00.001-08:00

this was one of my favorite lines as a youngster.. i remember how much it bothered my parents hearing this high pitched voice from the back seat going on and on..

it kind of sucks being a kid, because you can never see anything out the windows.. all you get is the stupid pattern on the back of the driver's seat, the car door, the tops of trees and telephone poles, and clouds.. i'm sure if there had been some sort of custom, lowered window for me to look out of, i would have been pleasantly occupied..keeping an eye out for something good..

i think about it now, and wonder if i'll ever be 'there yet'.. i think i'd rather be nowhere.

2008-01-04T08:02:00.001-08:00

stack o' rail ties

2008-01-03T09:06:00.001-08:00

mr. t is in the house

2007-12-21T08:42:00.000-08:00

something recent..

2007-12-14T15:58:00.000-08:00

that's lake superior on the left, and i can see a couple small tunnels coming up in the distance..the air is clean and the steel is rumbling around the lake's edge somewhere near thunder bay, headed west..cross country..lonely freedom..separated from everything familiar..

i wonder what's in those crates?

there are some people fishing at the side of the lake..i wave and wonder if they see me, but they're busy baiting hooks and casting; living life..they see trains go by all day long..regular mainline traffic from coast to coast..east to west, and back again..

i always loved trains..

especially long ones..snaking around lakes and through the forest, crossing the giant prairie, small silhouettes of dead grain elevators and slanty shanties in the distance..then up the foothills, over trestled gorges, through tunneled mountains and on to the port at the other side of the country..what a long, beautiful trip..

too bad i'm already out of water..

2007-12-08T10:30:00.000-08:00

pitch orange

it was an erie night.. the creaks and squeaks sounded like a song, calling me to venture in further.. hands on the ladder first, then feet.. the coldness of greasy steel is so comforting sometimes..brings back memories of a crazy ride one june, not so long ago..

i look around, jump off the other side.. it's a lot easier when it's not moving..
when it seems like no one's around, there's always someone watching.. there they are, three of them, staring right at me.. they don't say a word, just sit motionless and stone solid..they don't judge, analyze or critique.. they watch, listen and imagine.
i wonder where they've been recently?

2007-12-07T13:25:00.001-08:00

a taste of the past..a few old doodles

2007-12-06T14:11:00.000-08:00

untitled and geomerica are two little eight page zines i put out last month for expozine.

untitled

2007-12-05T15:42:00.001-08:00

geomerica - tales from the land of the square

2007-12-05T10:47:00.000-08:00

the rabbit's eating the paint covered label off a can of house paint as i sit here and draw.. i wonder if she knows that's not a carrot she's munching on? she seems happy.
here begin the chronicles from my quaint studio in snow covered montreal...