Saturday, December 29, 2012

 707 Headband

 Chocolate Pineapple Thai

G3
 
Girl Scout Cookies

 Green Crack

 Headband

 Hollywood OG

 NY Sour Diesel

 OG Kush

Purple Dog Shit
 SMURF

 Super Thunderfuck

Trick Purps
 
 
Falling Up

Sour Grape Kush

 Sour Raspberry

 Tangerine

Bubba Kush

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Dank! :)

 Blackberry Kush

 Cherri Pie

 Chocolope
 
 Grandaddy Purps

 Purple Headband

 Purple Snow


Monday, August 27, 2012

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

"After this, crowds will gather just to watch us burn. We are the cure for this sick world. We will bathe in blood that is not our own."

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Sunday, May 13, 2012

They arrive.

Broken limbs and phantom thought
Wired frames, in ruble & ziplock
Each tooth sharper than the next
With each grin, wider than the rest

I can feel them, waiting to be complete
Mechanical smiles, waiting to taste new meat
Piece by piece, I'll assemble them whole
Steamed powered souls, fueled by coal

A perfect concoction, loaded ready for action
instinctive hunger as a driving attraction
One last screw, and I'll be on the menu for dinner
Same fate, had to have happened, to your inventor

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

everything was clean

no more dust, no more quiet frames, i opened the door and gave your room light. as it's presence grew, slowly removing shade, brunet blistered wood began to reveal. dried images found cracked lines. time seemed to have done nothing good. perhaps it was a sign that nothing could ever stay the same.

i spent hours attempting to restore vain life. unable to decipher if sentiment had completely departed or if i have learned to accept? unable to tell if i was welcome or just couldn't hear your voice asking me to leave. i wiped away years of stale air, finally giving comfort to solitude.

it was only when i was leaving, my eyes gazed upon her withered petals. in the absence of light you had taken more than your own life.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Dear incriminating eyes, I just wanted you to know
You are everything I didn't want the world to show
I've been hanging here for years, rewinding these few steps
Wondering to myself, how you'll misinterpret these last few breaths
Dear happiness, I've been gone long before you ever took notice of me
Dear happiness, I've been gone Just looking for a place to hide the body.
...and Dear soulless smile, I always wanted you to know
It was in your lies, my broken heart found-it's-home.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Distressed

I know every one of these serrated smiles all too well.
They scream bottom feeder, scum, you're a plague to us all.
I know every one these naysayers, and their hacksaw smiles all too well.
You speak with forked tongues and walk the way serpents crawl.
The stench of hunger is in the air.
A 1000 grinning blades grinding their teeth back and forth.
The taste of blood. accused,
My flesh burns away as the onslaught readies their fork.

(to be revised and reworked later)

Monday, April 23, 2012

Marian Dora's Cannibal






I watched Cannibal. I'll say right now that I did not like the film. This was being marketed as a horror and art film. The problem with it is that it is based on a true story. True stories, typically don't make the best story lines because they are what they are. As an art film, it succeeds, it is very well done and often makes you feel as if you're staring at a framed painting rather than watching a movie. The end of the film is essentially a half hour of pure gore. The problem with this, is there is no horror element to it. When your victim is willing, it kills the emotional connection.  The film is out of print and current prices are between 40-100$. I would highly suggest if you are going to see this, you find other means than buying the DVD.  

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Bandage

You are the black hole that I've created
My beautiful, glitter eyed, sleepwalking, sedated
Bind my arms, my legs, my eyes, my restraint
Today all I taste is the the taste of soggy duct tape
You are my painted black, bringer of obsession
My antiseptic blade, my puss festering infection
Take away my air supply, black me into blue
Tell me you want me to live, for life to be born a new
You are the pieces I've cut away, the trash on the floor
The piss in the sink, the do-not-disturb sign on the door
You are my drug supply and I've yet to OD
The blood soiled bandage holding together what's left of me