"Scratch Scratch" by Little Microscopic Clouds

Little Microscopic Clouds is wonderful
and she has been kind enough
to let me work on her album artwork.

This is only a 30 second sketch
from lunch today, but its an idea
that will soon become fabulous.

This song has been stuck in my head all week:

there were wolves outside my window the other night

but they weren't wolves, they were coyotes.

and it was only one, separated from the pack.

probably a cub.

It's gone now (several days later).

ha!

that's my mutant!

mon semblable, mon frere!

my double, my brother

I'm going to start updating (almost) everyday again.

I'm doing some art for a really great band right now: Sleep Control

Check them out at sleep-control.com



I imagine sci-fi images when i think of their name.

a brief chronicle of octoskullpus

nixon goatmask

goat mask

i just need to get some wood.

pages from sartre

sci-fi bang theory

deviants and mutations

the nukecast & skydark

shakeshakeshake

www.myspace.com/irepress

not necessarily beautiful

but mutated

amerika amerika

nothing matters
but what hasn’t
happened yet.

zombie love

(the best part is when i almost fall off the roof)

a month of better ideas

00……………………...…I came up with this idea
01 hour…………………always in the nights
10 hours………………..appliance eyes glow red between the brush
18 hours………………..one man’s river is another man’s flood
1 day…………………….deliverance never comes on time
1 day 10 hours………..bedrocks and sheetrock are pillow talk
2 day 1 hours………….abraham lincoln died as I wrote this
2 day 18 hours………..we don’t know when we’re dead
3 days 16 hours……….a drama(tic k tock) swings hands
4 days……………………a problema(tic k tock) brings them back
4 days 1 hours…………alternate realities where I don’t exist
4 days 10 hours……….a lexicon is a terrible thing to waste
4 days 14 hours……….ephemeral insects, alive again
6 days 1 hour…………..wolves hide in the corners
7 days……………………I re-trace footsteps w/ vellum paper
8 days 2 hours………...the spiders don’t bother me
8 days 4 hours…………moths congregate over the televangelist’s glow
9 days 1 hour…………..the pulse in walls throb
11 days 1 hour…………the dark side of the moon isn’t tonight
13 days 2 hours………..my lungs are punching bags
14 days…………………..my lazarus cells, reborn every 7 years
15 days 1 hour…………my tattoos itch
17 days 3 hours………..eventually, gravity pulls everything into the ground
20 days 15 hours………no time passes, then to now
22 days 1 hour………….gallstones begin my marble likeness
23 days…………………..a year gone, still here
23 days 2 hours………..my country believes in god
23 days 3 hours………...& no one believes in me
25 days 1 hour………….sleep now, sleep later
25 days 15 hours……….the same as before I was born
26 days……………………the day starts and ends in darkness
27 days……………………never noticed the stars beyond pollution
28 days 3 hours………....never sleep, I’m eternal
30 days…………………….when I turn electric, is light

deer just a head

this is rather old
& i don't remember how i made it.

the best art is always a surprise.

still (i don't like
this one much) try again.

computers always win

I can never beat
The computer
at chess.

well
at least i know
how it feels
to fall in love,
to break a leg,
a wrist; to have
fluid drained
from my spine
for no good
reason.

take that,
motherfucker.