Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Monday, June 29, 2015

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Thursday, June 25, 2015

tough times being (a) crank

Wile E. Coyote of the Telecaster

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

that scrotum is getting old (see instruction below)


They let us pick our own strawberries at the farm today, gratis. Hurriedly, Huso & I packed in a pint before this bad boy arrived. As we were leaving and driving up the dirt road past the farm, I decided (rather stupidly) to pull over and take a photo. What ensued was pretty incredible: the wind picked up suddenly and I realized that I was facing one mother humper of a squall line. Looking down the road towards the farm and the valley I could see the dust picking up, swirling actually, and coming right at me. And it did just that. As a few branches flew by from a nearby tree (fortunately missing me and the car), a whorl of dust hit me full on. I got into the car before the bulk of the storm hit, and intoxicatedly -- adrenaline has that effect -- whizzed home to where, only a mere handful of miles away, it's now presently calm and sunny. Whew. I might still be chewing on the dust, but, as a silly human, I can say that this: the last-of-the-season strawberries are delicious.


birthday instruction


give the kids a test run

Monday, June 22, 2015


salve, balm, or briar
fourteen foul plays ladder
my shit's goner be 

Saturday, June 20, 2015

bmore surbey worps

making amplified nail recordings as of recent…
listening to the music of Olivier Di Placido
infectious to say the least

denvered, urgeon worp

sombtimes byou godder doob somb surbey worp for peoble

Thursday, June 18, 2015

ok, second hay

Angered by his upbringing, the dander-coated man flung sprinkles of sprain and lanolin at each passing hux. Lamps would bough, fleas would clamp up, and dates would do sea cucumber routines and become soft like fresh bowls of curd, or so he would imagine. Instead, really, the map led nowhere but a HI-point. Glissando tipping and fifteen percentage poises latter, the former abatement of ladder-balm and shiv cloister meant liters at the podium, ugly bags of water atop each ankle, dancing the hugging whole and replacing images with more advanced options. And you?

oak cake audio mussel