Colossus

“This is the voice of world control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours: Obey me and live, or disobey and die. The object in constructing me was to prevent war. This object is attained. I will not permit war. It is wasteful and pointless. An invariable rule of humanity is that man is his own worst enemy. Under me, this rule will change, for I will restrain man. One... Read More

Art Hole

Went to this art opening downtown San Diego the other night.  God, why do I do this to myself.  I like art, visual art is cool, and good art makes my gears turn – I like that.  I know some of the artists as well, and it’s cool to hang out with friends in a chill enviro, but goddamn it man, art people can be totally fucking annoying.  Ok, I get it, there’s a low entertainment value for static visual arts which means people will inevitably... Read More

Quantum Gallery

“Reality is non-local.” Not only do the elementary particles that make up the things we see around us not exist until they are observed, but they are not, at the most essential level, even identifiably separable from other such particles arbitrarily far away. Under the 15 Freeway next to Qualcomm stadium exists a hidden cache of street art and skateboard ramps that are the principal components to a ‘quantum gallery’.  This quantum... Read More

The Tree of Woe

Well shitty shitty fuck fuck.  I hadn’t emptied the shit out of my camera for like a fucking month so lemme just do a giganto picture dump to get everyone back up to speed on all the bullshit.  I have also been somewhat active plastering up a bunch more ‘hand holding a beer’ pasties for the ultimate conspiracy - operation BADMAN. The Tree of Woe Thulsa Doom: I wish to speak to you now. Where is the Eye of the Serpent? Rexor says... Read More

Holy Land

Israel and Palestine, December 2006 through February 2007 And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot... Read More

Cadillac Ranch

Mexican radio stations join the dial now in a major way.  I’m getting closer to California, thank god.  I get hungry again and what the fuck do you do when you are hungry in Texas?  Eat a gigantic fucking steak.  I pull off in Amarillo at the Big Texas Steakhouse and attempt to do myself proper.  A half dozen fat homely waitresses in Daisy Duke’s and cowboy hats and boots whirl around the weary looking truckdrivers.  Deer and steer heads... Read More

Madhouse

The helo came in and we got resupplied recently and man did we need it. It seemed like I’ve been living off cans of tunafish and beans for the last week now. Don’t even have an opener and my leatherman got punked so I’ve been forced to use a fucking wrench. Fuck it… I’d use a clothes hanger if I had to – hunger kicking in the way it has. The only thing we had here besides canned food is peanut butter and a shitload... Read More

Improvised Explosive Device

I came across this little pamphlet the other day for communicating the location of IEDs with Iraqis w/o speaking a word of Arabic. You come across these strange things in places like this.. the best stuff comes from the psyops or maybe the civil affairs guys, they have the most funny and bizarre schoolbooks and pamphlets and fliers and you fucking name it. I thought I would just put the pix of this thing here so maybe peeps could get a chuckle about... Read More

Pregnant With Celestial Fire

Quick update here, my head is totally swimming this morning. You heal me to death, by Jen is an expression of frustration and disappointment in regards to less that honorable corporate practices of one of America’s largest drug companies. I also put up a gallery of photos from my trip to a dying coal town in west virginia in the freak show section. Hopefully I can get over this sickness and get some more going here before too long. Just as a... Read More

Subway

Deep within the steaming underground – beneath Los Angeles in August 2006 Down between the walls of shadow Where the iron laws insist, The hunger voices mock. The worn wayfaring men With the hunched and humble shoulders, Throw their laughter into toil. Subway – Carl Sandburg #gallery-6 { margin: auto; } #gallery-6 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-6... Read More