privilege threshold

miss the kid

street artspiration

distract-in moderation

a moments perspective

 

this moment is separated by less than a minutes time.

one with glasses. one without.

i could have just seen it with.

i could have just seen it without.

i chose to see it as both.

shoe story.

white after labor day, oh my.

she is bad ass.

makes me miss my red cowboy boots.

with only minor hesitation

when deciding to change the world.  consider whose world you want to change.

fragility throughout self identity

i cant acquiesce to the present.  and i cant realize the future.

face west child

the view from my nest.

my first day.

i love that i can walk into a place and tell them to make me whatever.

and when they do, its perfect.  all hail the Deli.

a drawing by zachary baldus.

through an issue of new mutant,

he got to live in the marvel universe for a month.

 

new seasons grocery oh my.

three schwinns. all blue.

like......

i couldnt find the black beret i need to have.

so i settled for blue to keep me warm these cold portland nights.

someday.

peter pan dreams of this.

all of those bottle caps could be contact mics.  but they are not.

if they were. they would have picked up the roar of my laugh.

the joy from my smile and the grace from the beat of my heart.

pickled food on killingsworth.

leave it on the dresser.

late night and bent

the view from a mirror

for (whats) real

morning at the roxie

 the only thing to bring you out of a bukowski night is a hemmingway breakfast.

the crave, the view, the dirt

there is a place in china town where the food looks like the picture.

but it tastes better. and they have duck hanging in the window.

GOOD TASTE.....

was the answer after wandering around for three hours craving chinese.

it doesnt have to be fancy

this

this is the contents of a well thought out travel bag.

finally after the last year as a vagabond, i have achieved some sense of meaning.

First circuit bent keyboard. Goodloe Byron, Revisions Of. Envelope from james containing cards, two polaroids of nearest thing to home u.s. map. chargers. Compact discs: salon style, gay tastee, dave van ronk, the books, many releases from poobah records, complicated shirt. Pomegranate perfume. Nail polish. Jewelry. Pens hat. Ipod. Three journals. Music box. Camera. Scarf belt. Eye glass case. Cables. Nathans tooth. Crown Now, Realicide tapes. Contact mic. Two mini cassettes. Mini cassette recorder and my pedal.

we are pawns to someone.

valentines. september fourth.

i think i may be playing my first show. very early. very short.

with salon style, todd is new each moment and tough: featuring american on drums.

tear.

if those were an eight and a half they would be mine.