Cold Cold Cold Cold

Make Me Some Honey

Evaporate

Making love to sailors is easy. All they want to do is talk about the ocean.
They let their hands do the talking, let their teeth do the chattering.

I wish I was made of smoke. Disappear into your lungs, or your hair.
Little rings around your tongue, just for the hell of it, just for fun.

I wish you were made of silver, trade you in for some wheat.
Something to eat.

I wish I would awaken, from this hilarious dream
From this hibernation, from this pathetic scene.

Making love to a woman is easy. All they want to talk about is the weather.
Or whether or not the leaves will wither.

And bury us like last summer.
Under everything that has yet to happen.

Water Carries You

Red Heads, Black Heads, No Heads, Air Heads, Dead Heads, Headless Horsemen, Headstrong, Headlong into the ocean. Over and Over and Over again. Over again.

Mix Tape

The 51st State

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Look at the ghosts glitter and glide
So grateful to be alive.

Someone is Sleeping Somewhere

Is This What You Wanted?

Everything is Everywhere All The Time. 

Vacant Sea

In the years to come I'll be made of smoke.

It's Going To Be Okay.

Goin' To See Mary Weep

Robert Crumb is one of my favorite people. I believe we could be friends. We both love old music, collecting records, and comic books. We're also both outsiders, and thats fine.

The End.

This blog is gunna be used for me to vent about my many obsessions, and observations.
Everything from Juicing to Joan of Arc.
I'm fascinated by so many things that it sometimes overwhelms me.
Here I can purge my brain.
Most of the posts will consist of pictures, and not too much, if any, writing.

This picture of Jean Seberg haunts me. She's too beautiful to look this casual. Jean actually stared as Joan of Arc in the movie Saint Joan. Synchronicity !!