Monday, May 4, 2009

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Bird Guts

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Olympus 35 RD






CAmera from the 70

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sponge on Spam

From the Jonster:





I read this in a spam email I was sent today.

"To hide whom regret sponge do you desire talk to leave this fortune?"

To hide whom regret sponge... Do you desire to talk to leave this fortune? Wow! That's some crazy shit...
I do not regret sponge, though... I have to admit if I did, I would hide it.
Do I desire to talk to leave this fortune... the fortune is "sponge" and if I talk it is to leave "sponge".
I do desire to talk, but I don't want to leave sponge! But if I talk then I will leave sponge....
I have to hide it!! I have to hide whom regret sponge! Or the fortune will be lost....

Monday, April 13, 2009

Special Talk



My friends and I Talk a special text

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

LA and the North Koreans






I have been in LA with Euna's husband. Euna has been detained by the
North Korean government for spying and being a Hostile Combatant or
some such nonsense. Surreal. Her husband and daughter are keeping life
funny in the mean time.

In between nightmares, we play video games, eat
epic Korean BBQ and live the barbie life through multiple viewings of
diamond castle. I might fart just typing this. That is how full I am.








Sunday, March 22, 2009

Kegs Birthday 36
















Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Celine Dream Extreme.

We wearre just hanging at Kevins house playing Guitar on a Monday night






Wake up in the Morning
Walk down to the bus
Backback full of Celine

Celine Dream Extreme
Celine Dream Extreme....

Jam Down with Jewels



Mo has learnt a pretty ditty since the last time we jammed. I forsee many jams to come. Nice voice.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Lab Man




This guy was screwed He ran up to this machine right as the train
entered the station. He was shoving his money in as fast as he could.
He looked like one of those lab rats that are addicted to drugs. It
just keeps hitting the feed bar as fast as it can. He knew he was
fucked when the soothing sounds of the courtesy bells rang: "Ding
Dong, The doors are about to close..."
They shut as he hit the feed bar one more time. He screamed some
obseniies to save his macho gold chain wearing ego. It didn't help. He
is still fucking there. Note to self: Dont take the bus to catch a
train.

Scrood

Today I saw a woman walk down 2nd street carrying her office in a
cardboard box. Shortly after I read an email stating that "the
compnay" will not be promoting anyone or giving raises. At least we
are going to get some "restructuring."