Sunday, August 30, 2009
29.08.09
the small dried nugget of shit that is tangled up in my gooch hair is alive. it has a tiny beating heart and two glowing eyes. it counts, over and over, the number of stitches that line the inside of my underwear until it falls asleep.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Doozer and I were talkin one night. me on the couch, him in a bed not his own with a bottle of scotch in his hands. We were talkin about funerals and he was sold on the idea of being rolled into his grave in a football shaped coffin. Me on the other hand, I decided a while ago the best way to go would be rolled off the end of a pier so I can float away. Saves on chopping down a tree, to be shaped into a coffin, to be put back in the earth....
Friday, August 7, 2009
Zine exhibition tomorrow
Zine age riot tomorrow down in Byron. For any bell end who still wants a zine and doesnt go you can go here http://teeluxe.com.au/products-page/books-and-zines/zine-age-riot-exhibition/zine-age-riot-artist-27/ to buy one. And any number of others....
Cya bye.
2/33. yeow!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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