all choked up

every day seems like the day before

i like this one

blades (1996)

open the door

carpet fiber story (with wife and sisters-in-law)

the tears i've tasted

i heard about you

mail

a comic as if i had drawn it in high school

bedtime

 























 

zzzz... 

magic levels are down

according to this report magic levels are down

i hate that report

seasweetness - dinobot

when i make music like this i call myself dinobot:

potato cake

Potato Cake

I don’t feast on prayer. Now my banquet is gone...

There’s just some broken bread for murder’s sake.

Mock I His blood in weeks spent pissing on,

while holding in my hand potato cake.

Who mourns the widow’s loss the night she cries?

We burn the dead, and all the poor we bake.

Like men in pridey walks we shed their kind,

and then we offer down potato cake.

Once Sunday passes silent and I’m sure,  

I’ll hope to Me that I will again taste

the aspartame, the junk, the filling core,

A pan of steaming fresh potato cake.

I’ve heard who God forgives He kills to take...

Instead I think I’ll live and eat potato cake.

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