if you knock over a bucket of paint, and it looks fancy, its art, its just may not be very good. art is also a very complicated mix between skill and aesthetic. someone who can create a perfect rendition of a human being from his mind with light and shadow and form and texture, is a skilled artist. someone who splashes paint on a canvas randomly ( Read more... )

two years have been burped into my expanding history with this small, nowhere town and the girl I left here. as if I had spent months just trying to get on with my life by taking up a dedicated way to pass the time. first a co-dependent relationship, next a day job, and next a night job. as if I needed them. I didn't already contribute enough to ( Read more... )

repeating on endless loop in the front and the back of my head. How could you? the whole time? I was in love. god damned, liar... the biggest scam artist. I will not let you make me bitter but I can't get the time back. Every happy memory corrupted by your self indulgant, self destructive plague of lies. Every time I smile, is a secret mission to ( Read more... )

AT LARGE: A dark black cloud last seen hovering mere feet above the head of a poor dejected artist. all day long the cloud followed this man, only stopping for minutes at a time during his lunch and state-law provided break periods. the cloud was seen following him home on the interstate, riding his ass the entire way. It took the same exit, then ( Read more... )

wiggly mozzarella, extra sharp cheddar, green bell peppers, chopped garlic, white onions, fried eggs, bananas, gala apples, colorado peaches, carrots, pepperoni slices, town house original crackers (with a light buttery flavor), butter, extra virgin olive oil, whole fatty sugary yogurt, frozen strawberries, mangos, black peppered bacon strips, ( Read more... )

is now... is now. is now. Don't try to pretend that now is tomorrow, or that now is yesterday. don't get confused by the now that might be. don't think about the now that could have been. Its simply not the now that is now. believe me, I promise. True responsibility starts now. the realization that nothing happens tomorrow. nothing can be changed ( Read more... )

sometimes alive. sometimes caught up in the death fantasy which looks up at night, and sees stars. dark clouds. electric spark. I'm learning a lesson in the way that I thought I could just be open and honest with everyone - but not everyone deserves nor respects that kind of honesty. back before there was time, nobody noticed the complete and ( Read more... )

nothing is more certain, than uncertainty. this is like a bad play gone into overtime. cast bowed, encore became the next act. the audience is tired, they want to go home. the theatre seats are getting uncomfortable. their underwear is leaving dents in their ass. even her eyes lied, though she would frequently turn away. she could lie through her ( Read more... )

atop a high perch, with a self worth greater than the sum of its parts, a judge will depart their wisdom discriminately from the values of the book. these values may only be an interpretation, but read as a doctrine or read as a recipe for a 10 step program to living a pure existance. its a plan on how to get there, but the best part of the journey ( Read more... )

so long ago, I was a boy, when time was long. time got short, quick. when the summer was one long saturday. when baseball games on the block were tradition, but not planned. when "catch 'em" was an advanced verion of hide and seek. when four square was a rubber ball and a driveway. when friends were simple, according to where you lived. bus rides ( Read more... )