It’s just after midnight. My dear comrades Nadya and Mer have left me to my own devices after a rather epic meeting of the minds [and their hot meat-vessels]. Dogs are howling outside and the fog-cocoon is glowing especially bright tonight. I hope it stays a while. I planned to take this long holiday weekend to myself and do absolutely nothing but read. Instead, I was on the move the entire time. This turned out to be helpful in getting …
Walking Micron just now I found red leaves. In fact, my entire neighborhood is covered in fallen leaves. Sweet electric Jesus, could it be? Further signs of changing seasons, here? My neighbors love it when I walk the dog in these pants. I dislike this holiday, but tonight should be a lot of fun anyhow. I’ll be back on Coilhouse soon. Cocooning draws to an end and I’ll be emerging a belligerent butterfly in no time. Check out this heart-warming …
The internet love! I feel it. Grant Gould does it again, and how. Would you buy my pulp comic? Moreover, would you write it? Several of my friends seem to think this would be a great idea. Beyond that… Rain. Yes, it’s finally raining down on Angel City. We hunger for it, awaiting it like the Rapture. Us – sun-spoiled, fragile. Like the city itself, not entirely prepared for the downpour, yet happy at the change, the rare chance to …
Gather ’round, chitlins, and I will tell you a tale. Last night my Russki/Icelandski comrade Quintus came over for some much-needed Russian food and Japanese film consumption. We had pelmeni he’d crafted and by the whiskers of Munchausen they were amazing. Pelmeni are Russia’s equivalent of ravioli, and you should probably try making them at home – this Wikipedia entry has a few suggestions. Do it. Do it. Just do it. Also, we drank a questionable amount of vodka, watched …
I love this! The details around the edges make me think of power lines and branches in the dark. Art inspired by this photo by www.hopeinvain.com – he reminded me of a Robert Frost poem I hold so dear and is also the creator of this. I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. …
It’s true that my head’s been elsewhere. Whether it’s between the clouds, in the sand, or lodged firmly up my own ass is yet to be determined. But it’s not all Cure songs and black nail polish [does “black nail polish” even carry any weight these days?] – no, things have been happening. And I kind of like this. Crayyzeh! Coilhouse issue 2 is done. Done. Done. And oh my god on fire, oh merciful Darwin’s ghost, oh sweet mama …
A walk
Or, I Unleash My Demons Upon Your Face
Coilhouse Magazine’s limited edition is now sold out. And Issue 1 is sold out at Atomic Books in Baltimore. In other news [through no fault of my own] a lovely shop is offering decals of my silhouette, from this photo by Andrew Yoon. Because you need my ghost staring at you while you slumber? Yes. In even further news, I have been painting tentacles on a jacket for a group art show I will tell you about soon. And Lou …
Time’s run out for the cobalt, at least for a while. A couple of streaks remain in the front but that’s all. Black like my soul, black like my heart, black like the void surrounding us all. BLACK. In equally darque news, someone from the cultural hive that is MySpace wrote me a song that I will share with you now. It’s rather epic – ripe for black metal interpretation! Allow me to preface this by saying the author is …
Lou O’Bedlam has a new book of medium format hotness, titled Knife Hits. I even have my own spread. You should get yourself a copy, soon. Limited run of 150! This was one of the last shoots I did with blue hair. Back to black again, which means you need the book even more, of course.
Who loves ya, baby? UPDATE All gone, kiddies! Hope to see you there tonight. Still from Anger’s Lucifer Rising
Smoke over the ocean.
Dear goo-haters whose comments didn’t get approved [mom, is that you?], I’ve decided you simply fear what you cannot understand and I want to help! You see, the goo was not really alien slime, no matter how badly we may wish it had been. Instead it was this mix from a science supply shop. Perfectly artificial and mixed in a bucket before my very eyes. As we move forth from this, try to understand that I enjoy posing for [and …
But here are two more. Makeup/styling by me, magical squid goo mixed by the mighty science power of Stuntkid. Have my eyes always been yellow?