spectral sweethearts

can't decide what's more unsettling: the mask in 'onibaba' or the wife's eyebrows in rashomon.

i have a bruise on my waist

"if a shag isn't a shag...you're gonna get your heart ripped out somewhere."
"what do you do about it?"
"you just burn kid...just burn. now let's go out in a blaze of glory.."


abridged..its delivery is a lot less saccharine.

burned my shadow gray

i was once dumped by someone wearing a junior boys t-shirt.

whatever forever. they continue remain in the pantheon as my favorite junior boys song shifts every few months..

a photo taken of me by my friend, james andrachuk at PS1. among the classrooms, one housed this installation by an icelandic artist. a large plane of foam was suspended over your head; you climbed a ladder to stick your head & upper body into an apeture. the result was this extended, white-grey landscape, meant to evoke a winter's landscape. i felt at home in that small room.

'token black male'

the collage drawing is of everyone's surrogate tv dad, bill cosby.

spliff ceremony

my stomach is in knots; heart in my thoughts..

walking down james north; west side.

i wanted to put your face in that heart-shaped frame.