Puyallup fair

the lesser of two evils is not a way to vote for a killer~ a deporter~ a traitor

i made this for my buddies band~ as black arts tour poster~ from a world where i love hairy women with knives and blood

who live on perfect tree lined streets ~ fall with leaves charming green hands

the machine begs us to consume and bathe within it's hideous twirling wonderment

the military nationalizes dairy products

a swirling mulching death of waiting in lines and being with other people as they eat

i make frantic phone calls

and watch people lay upon each other in grunts

the end of a walk. . . a ride. . . a day . . . toward ~ you


NE!L~