dogsofeternity

the air is bleeding gogol bordello
the house is spilling the scent of
an amazing meal

my professor is younger than me
but buying all of the drinks

we're both men
who'll never
fuck each other
but we're at a
gay bar

getting

fucked

up

it's san antonio
when we should be in class
(back in fort worth)
and it's beautiful

i'm the oldest and heaviest drinker
amongst virgins and those that
have never been drunk

but we're friends and
they trust me
so i won't fuck a single one

but

we'll have a
fuckton
of fun
and stay up
for the morning sun

still spinning after all these
years

it's amazing,
that

after all of those beers

i'm still here

was off and about
yes, i did
it sucked, to say the least
but
that's life
and it could be so much worse
i am in no place to complain
couldn't be happier at the moment, really

no idea how i got home last night

can't think of a reason why my
ears are ringing

and, being broke
i have no clue how
i got so drunk

i'm teaching math
in an hour or so

damn damn

I am pleased to report that three of my images have been selected for an upcoming show in Dallas. The exhibit runs from February 1st-26th and the opening reception is on the 7th.

The gallery will be showing photography and digital art.

my back is made of springs
and i'm screaming at you

stop the spinning

the pennies are out of control

i'm somnambulistic

with a crimson marble

and nowhere to go

at least those other

people recognized

Having traveled very little over the last year, I find myself thinking about it a great deal.

Every once in a while, I'll run across a very picky and selective eater. One that turns down all things outside of their tiny norm. Makes me think of a time when a strange new friend offered me some water. They picked a cup up off of the counter, next to the sink. Rinsed it out a bit, and filled it with tap water. I simply said thanks and drank up. I think it's this sort of approach that keeps me from getting sick while abroad. Striving to consume various germs and contaminants. Things that weaker systems would not be able to process well. I've had unboiled water, straight out of a well. It was light brown with particulates floating in it. Too many people are just too strict and uptight about what they'll put in their bodies. I on the other hand, try to eat or drink anything someone offers me...considering that if I'm a guest in their home, I'd think it rude to decline.

Or, last year in Prague. It was at or below freezing. My host said "Sorry for the cold, but to save money, we don't use the heater very much. But, the blanket, it is very thick."

How could one possibly complain about cold air in that situation? Living, if only for a week or a few days, in a communist built apartment. Small, old. Eating authentic food and partying with the locals. I don't know. I guess I can see how traveling, couch surfing, whatever, isn't for everyone. However, I cannot understand the millions of people that have absolutely no desire to travel. I don't get it.

Damn, I miss the open road.

i'm secretly crying on the inside

quite often

quiet

my heart has four holes in it

my vision fails me and

find myself looking at a three eyed girl

wishing i could smoke inside

i wanna play guitar

want to sing

out loud

scream

jump dance

collapse on the floor

covered in someone else's sweat

we always listen a little bit
louder after drinking
slinking beneath the glimmer of
our glistening shadows

whispering gently
"here we are
waiting for you to
take our hand in dance"

the pins rest upon
carpet and translucent
window coverings

clearly

we are all
that you
thought we would b3

I am super excited to report that several of my photographs have been selected for the opening exhibit at a new art gallery.

Opening: February 6th, 2009.

8pm until whenever.

Standard snacks and wine will be provided, along with live music.

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E. Broadway, one block east of South Main Street in Fort Worth, Texas.

...I just came into a large bundle of assorted fabric, several needles, a seam ripper, lots of thread, a tape measure and a cool pin cushion!!!

i'm currently painting a frame. after the paint dries i'm affixing several of my photographs to the painting inside of it. then, at some point tomorrow, i'm installing it in an art gallery. my first piece in an exhibit. hooray me i guess. too bad i lack self confidence and think poorly of most of my work. it makes it hard to decide what to leave in and what to take out. ha ha. i just hope it sells. i really hate being broke all of the time. i'm no good at being poor.

if i see something i like now

well, it's too late
no need to obfuscate

maybe i'm just shallow
perhaps you're just weak
talk to me tomorrow
we'll try to meet inbetween

her English sucked
but at least we were both naked

i'm not sure which i want more
a girlfriend
or a place to call home

i'm tired of couch surfing
and sick of being alone

i'm trying to break my bad habits
i'm trying to break myself

she reminds me of someone

my last stroll through a garden
was too long ago

how i miss the sweet scent of a flower

i need chemical x
a new best friend

when i was a dolphin
i could swim upside down

when i lived in a coffin
i couldn't turn around

what a difference
between

35 and sunny

and

41, cloudy with
strong northern winds

dismember december
until it falls apart

scatter the shattered pieces
all over the floor

we're already walking thinly
might as well add some chaos
to the colors of the day

i will more than likely
always have a weakness
for girls with blue hair

restless

digging through memories
worth forgetting

ready for the next phase

It was the early 80's
there weren't
fences every
where
yet.

My great grand father and I
would cut through yards

waving friendly hellos
to anyone we passed.

Upon coming across the
occasional piece of interesting
trash

he'd say

'put that down, it's just garbage'.

Abandoned Water Treatment Plant - Fort Worth, Texas. Closed in 1976.