Tuesday, November 20, 2007

THE WANDERING iPHONE

ive been lazy... and this is my way of catching up... and procrastinating.

the photos below represent about a month or so of iphone photos (more or less).

enjoy?

enjoy.

/ / /

LIGHTS IN THE SKY



MOTHERS, DONT LET YOUR KIDS GROW UP TO BE EDITORS.

jim pease.


THE EFFING O."MUTHA FUCKIN"C.

bastard lies in wait.


he makes the call, someone dies (kinda).


kampai!


fancies himself an artist.


the day DSLRs ruined the world.


members only jacket, foo'!


bastard at the easel.


BIRTHDAY/WINE PARTYnano

95 points, biatch (or maybe 91... i forget).


kiwi's make good wine, along with lords of rings and halos (eventually).


iSpread nano.


a little bubbly?


a little bubbly.


cheers, bastard!


makes the girls swoon and the glasses empty.



uh, halo?



no, halo MADNESS!

yes, those are back to back sucka :) we rollz DEEP (wait, what?)


not impressed :/


sexiest blue nun... e v e r.


not responsible by this point.


FLORENTINE RIBEYE... mmm.

a little before and after...


top: salt, pepper
bottom: rosemary, sage, thyme (should have been fresh...)



another little before an' after.

finish with extra virgin (yeah right) olive oil and a squeeze of lemon.


after, after.


DISNEYLAND

can you tell im related to these people?


"yes, i know youre a jerk."


the antici...pation...



terrorist.


enemy combatant.
(and with that, my blog has been flagged by the NSA, CIA, and FBI)


youre the best around...
evidently, he has just discovered "the karate kid" and the power of montage music...


75 minutes later.


oh, noes! i fergets i hates the clzed in spcez!


so, yeah, thats about a month. dont worry, if you werent in it, but know i snapped a picture of you, it doesnt mean i dont love you... well, maybe it does a little bit... OR maybe it means i love you TOO much...

Thursday, November 15, 2007

xiv

my hands
are trees in the fog

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE...

ive made it through 31 pages of marathon.

'bout 60 more to go in 6 days.

HA! i laugh at this deadline!

iron, iron, iron... it gets betta.

'night.


please let me have dreams of amazing sex.

those are always the best.

Monday, November 5, 2007

N I G H T M A R E

i sometimes wonder where my irrational fear of death stems from... to be honest, i really dont know... but with dreams like last night -- i know its deep seeded and probably something ill never shake.

great.

(sorry, but there might be some pretty disturbing imagery here... you might want to skip this one... really.)

: : :

i find out that my brother (who's 6 years old...) has contracted a rare and very deadly disease and is dying an extremely slow and agonizing death. not only that, the disease is horrifying. the closest thing i can compare it to is leprosy... but somehow much more fucked up than that. i see him in the hospital... parts of him rotting away from the outside-in, hes barely conscious and on life support... a lucid dream of unbearable pain. i can barely take it. im trembling with tears.

then i wonder why im allowed into the room with him.

im told ive already contracted the disease. probably from the same source as him. im counseled that i have little time before the symptoms set it. im showed pictures of what will happen. rotting limbs. bloodless wounds eaten with puss. i want to scream. i want to kill my brother to save him. they wont let me. they tell me he'll pass in a day or two, that he knows nothing. his mind is nearly gone. they tell me they dont know where it comes from, but that its called sclera (this stays with me until i wake) and it claims 100 percent of the people who contract it.

i leave the room and wander through the hospital and find my room. there is a girl in there, only a little younger than myself. she has it too. shes already lost two of her legs at the thighs and one of her arms. otherwise she looks good... almost healthy... and i wonder if her and i will find love as we die in the room together.

no one is permitted to visit... but, somehow, im allowed to leave. but only once.

(i wake up at this point... and when i go back to sleep, the dream continues.)

im scouring hospital records to see how long the disease takes. i figure i have a couple of months until my skin starts to come away and about a year or two of rotting before i die.

i have to leave.

no one will see me. family, friends... i cant reach anyone. i wander around a town thats supposed to be mine, but i dont recognise anyone or anything. im pissed and wondering why... how... i want to wake up... i remember that... i want to wake up.

(i wake up for the second time... hoping that if i fall back asleep, this fucking dream will end.

it doesnt.)

im walking through the streets when i find the only person i wanted to see... to say good bye. i cant tell her whats happened to me. all i can do is cry. (i know her... and i dont know her. the face is familiar, but its no one i know in real life.) i tell her that im going to die. she laughs thinking im joking. i tell her im not. that this is it. its over.

she knows my tears are real.

she leaves and promises to come back.

i tell her she cant. i dont want to make her sick. this is it. its over.

shes gone.

im alone in the middle of an empty street, in an empty town.

and i have never felt more alone in all of my life. knowing that i am going to die alone, and in pain, and well before i have done anything with my sad and pathetic life.

: : :

i wake up for the third and final time.

i have to tell myself that it was a dream.

that im not going to die.

it was a goddamn dream.

but im not sure.

and i realise that ive never had a dream that insisted on continuing after ive woken so many times.

i want to call my mother to check on my brother.

but i know that would only feed my fear somehow.


. . .


i really dont know what the fuck is going on with me, but ive been having some pretty strange dreams lately. and some of them are just downright fucked up and disturbing. thank god some of them arent.

OUT THE WINDOW

this is getting ridiculous.

i need a deadline.

ok, you got one bucko.

168 hrs.

12:00am. monday. november 12. 2007.*

4th draft of marathon COMPLETED.




(see you then, or along the way)

*yes, that could be considered sunday night to some of you chuckle heads out there.