“Our hands entwine and my fingers and your veins connect and our spines grow stronger inside ‘Cause I know that our church is all made out of shipwrecks.
So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief. Come on and sew us together, we’re just some tattered rags stained forever. We only have what we remember…”


The words above came to mind while I was making this. Its the lyrics to the song “Wooden Heart” by the band “Listener”. Powerful stuff. You should check ‘em out.

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new track. plz press play.

So I went to the grocery store and I sampled the machine at the self check-out and chopped it up. Then I added a couple synths, some drums and an old speak-n-spell.


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Words of what is past and future cannot be spoken. They can’t even be pronounced. There is a beauty that carries between them, through water and sunlight, love and arithmetic. Because that is all that time is: Division and longing. And all the while we burn, and its almost time to wake up, to live again…to grow and remember

She Became a God

Another addition to the fiction section. This is a short story with illustrations about a lonely guy who finds the love of his life, and happiness…as he can understand it anyway. He’s a little confused. But he doesn’t know it.

Here’s the link to the story: “She Became a God”

Here’s an excerpt:
A light rain begins to fall on the metal awning over the sidewalk. He listens to the sound of it as he walks down the block past the sporting goods store, the insurance agency, and the barber shop. He stops to watch the Barber’s Pole. Red and blue stripes turning in an endless spiral. He loves the the way the spirals go up and seem to disappear at the top.

This story is illustrated and fairly short. It should take only five minutes to read, so check it out.

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