the ego

ambiguity

thrift store overalls

sunny day

dance

the remainder

yesterday's bread

turtle shrine

dedicated to the wandering terrapins of the world. good luck out there.

infinity

my philosophy

There's no such thing as nothing.

lost for now

These are my memories

Torn up and stained yellow

Riddled with love for the departed

Forgotten days full of missing teeth

That always leave me wanting more

trashed

Tomorrow scabs over

I forget to call you back

I wasted most of my time

chasing something so intangible

short films about rebirth

memo

When memory fails you

Pretend life is a dream

Pay attention to the details

They mean everything

everyday

There is no silent treatment,
but no words either.
Just a few hundred miles
and my stinking memories.