beaver tails and churchills

i had wanted to throw these royal parasites against the wall

every time i hear how excited we all are about another wedding~ that nobody with a brain cares about

unique way to display the vinyl

when is destroy everything day ?

i travel through thrift shops just to look at all the crappy things that everyone else has decided to be~ old / obsolete / outgrown

99 percent of all the vinyl LP's will sit forever until thrown out by more prudent managers

Libya ~ . . . Wisconsin, i'd rather die for teachers than for 3 dollar gasoline

and churchhills

the shear glossy beauty of old

the way i find you . . . beaver tail

8-TRACK Splendid

waiting to leave ~ orange

plug this machine in and instantly vaporise your retina

Alpine travel sun should be poetry written by wisps of men with broken guitar strings

i live in a pastoral world ~poorly painted

look at the freakin' kite with a rope ~ the mad colors ~ those ducks ~ that dress !

this is what i really look like ~ on the runway ~ from Milan's spring shows~

the whole world is a shelf ~ i just wish that this was a cookie

filled with explosives~ thrown through cute

the embalmed organs of breakfast~

carnival ~ we should all bring punch bowls to work and sip constant root beer floats

but i hate ice cream ~ as X wins

hand drawn plans for ultimate headplane design

spell bound i stare at this scene of domestic atavism~

A Muslim flag to fly over the White House before Friday's prayer

i slip myself notes

from meaningless moments of ~ NE!L~

read this fighting

by area ~ they mean everywhere

this used to be world ~ gone fishing

the blackberry brambles grow right into the very lives of people

organized crazy

a real life fucking tree~ weeping

other people's lives must be more interesting ~ must be more Victorian

a city full of haunted houses

every house is haunted

i am in love with closed / sun faded / dusty / damaged curtains / and what's behind

at times i feel~ that the great depression never really ended

i didn't sleep here ~ i walked by and wanted to bring coffee and doughnuts ~ and have them thrown in my face

a rebus dictionary the creation of this work of art has taken decades / weather and neglect

the whole world is empty and waiting

Publix Hotel Seattle Washington ~ should be rented to only gifted magical people who will die in fabricated flop house rooms staring at pieces of paper / fabric / string

that fire escape is like a love letter to a deadbeat God

smile as you say it ~ but say it

sorry ~ i can't read sign language ~ pictogram or rebus

art~

bumboards

i make fanzines for kids to destroy

can you find the hidden bum~ where he's hiding ?

death by~ handplane

in a more elaborate world ~ these dumpsters would attack /protecting the beauty of winding dirt paths to apartment

Jake draws comics

may your death be as picturesque

NE!L~