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

The Ruins of Eire ’09

Ireland, 2009 My camera broke halfway through this trip – fml – but there was much exploration to be had… Euro mtv.. ok what the fuck.. literally dog ugly women.  Like straight up fucking nasty.. I mean, this is the information age… you can’t find a girl who is hot and can kind of halfway sing as well?  Is that too much to ask?  Most of your goddamn eurotrash music is techno beats and stupid sounds anyway, the least you could... 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

Green Farm

I have long searched through this world for ruins.  Even as a child exploring abandoned places was of primary interest.  Shadow strewn construction sites, haunted burnt-out old buildings, and creepy derelict expanses were both church and school to me.  Lonely places, empty places.  Through my miserable life I have followed this impulse all the way down the rabbit hole.  I have explored the ruins of modern civilizations and ancient ones alike. ... Read More

Bums

The fucked up thing about dry cleaning is that I can never completely remember if I just dropped something off or picked it up.  Regardless, I had a pack of matches in my pocket from my buddy’s wedding and it came from my dry cleaning, wherever the hell it was.  I hopped into my truck and drove north.  Through the choking traffic and caustic fumes of car exhaust into the barren black hills that are all that remained after the wildfires. ... Read More

The Grande Ballroom – by Brad I.

Our dear friend and bassist extraordinaire Dave decided to show us west coast people how they do weddings in the original rock city by taking the party back to his hometown of Detroit. A swirl of different concepts rushed into my head at the prospect of this. Along with Detroit’s iconic Woodward Blvd, where late 60s big block monsters tore up the pavement back when gas was 30 cents a gallon, I also remembered that this was the home of the Grande... Read More

Memorial Dumps

Memorial Day weekend.  I got shithouse drunk last night in memory for being alive.  Here is the sordid list of details. - I got caught in the worst traffic ever.. it was so fucking bad that this goddamn bum in a bum-cart was going faster than me down the road.. fucking totally infuriating.  The worst thing about the bum-cart dude was that his rig was in no way motorized, it was just his dirty little sneakers slowly dragging the thing on down the... 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