It's a new look

Photo- Robert Nethery
Words- Sinned

In this moment I want to take you away and make you mine. I want to buy you thrift store dresses and drive you through the dessert. I want to shoot your father and live with you on the lamb in Mexico. I want to fuck you. I want to fight you. I want to watch the sunset through our toes resting on our windshield. I want to have no friends except for you. I want to laugh and yell wildly in the street and steady you by the belt loop in your jeans. Drunken lovers, your clacking heels competing with your laughter. I want to wipe your hair from your brow and feel a single tear graze my pinky. I want to kiss you madly and gently bite your lips. I want to watch you wearing matching sun hats with our daughter as I gaze out into our garden. I want to drink booze and make love to you in a sketchy motel and pretend Im not afraid. I want you to defend me, be loyal to me, and be proud of me like my father never was.

       No I don’t. I don’t want what’s coming. I know you will someday feel differently. I know you will hurt me and ruin my life. You will wait to you know you have me. You will serve me everlasting pain. You will haunt me in my dreams and make me nauseus in the morning. You will teach me how cruel this world can be. How scarred and alone I truly am. I will realize that there is only me. There will be others but it will never be the same. That piece of me will be gone. You will have it now. You always will. You will take it with you someday when you die. You will feel it sometimes at night while you’re in bed and wonder if you made a mistake. You will try to convince yourself that you didn’t. But it will always be there, and I will always be searching for ways to get it back.

        In this moment the decision is mine. I will spare us, you and me. I will capture this moment and hang it it my home. I will think of the Indians and their fear of the camera. They said a photo steals your soul. I will look at you everyday and see our life the way I want it. It is said that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, but in this moment I can spare us both.

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Finders Keepers Losers Weepers

My friend had two thieves run away in fear the other night in front of his house. 2 stolen bikes were left behind, so he decided to write this post on craigslist and we have had quite a good time reading the responses that have been rolling in...

BEACH CRUISERS FOUND (SOUTH JAX BEACH)

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Date: 2010-07-11, 6:12PM EDT
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I found two beach cruisers that were abandoned on my street....obviously stolen. You can email me with make and model of these bikes and any distinguishing characteristics and you can claim them. I do not want to give them away to you or to your kids or if your poor or whatever lame excuse you may have. If no one claims them I will add them to my collection. Finders keepers losers weepers.

• Location: SOUTH JAX BEACH
• it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Chicken Knock Out!

AI was back in Tennessee this week at a crazy compound for fermentors. I'm sort of ignorant about fermentation and what goes on, but I saw a lot of photo's of things I would never eat. I am, however, very much inspired by her, her self-reliance and path, and am quite smitten by her presence in my life. One day she called and said that they were going to teach the class how to slaughter and prepare a chicken, but that she opted out. It made me think of Mr. Mastastico's chix and how Bliggie hypnotized one while we were putting an extension on the Mastic compound. To all of my animal loving friends, no chickees were harmed during this trick. What you see below is after the spell was cast.... the aftermath if you will.

Frost

I don't think much needs to be said about this, except maybe I'm not a fool, and maybe, it is worth it...

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Gift for Ahab

Trailer: In the Eye of the Whale from MMCTA on Vimeo.

Stole this from 10engines... I love the final life-size print... I don't agree with the girl however, this WOULD be a sick job!

shit-canned

You don't know Dick

Dick Proenneke was a bad ass mother F*ker. All the hipster vintage hunting jackets and boots in the world cant even come close to the real thing. Richard Louis "Dick" Proenneke (May 4, 1916–April 28, 2003) was an amateur naturalist who lived alone in the high mountains of Alaska at a place called Twin Lakes. He lived in a log cabin he constructed by hand (and "by hand" we mean using only hand made tools in the middle of nowhere),where he even filmed himself on a Bolex camera performing his activities. Talk about "survivorman" or "man vs. wild". I recently watched this entire film, and am now reading his book "One man's wilderness". Dick moved to the wilderness when he was 50, and remained there for most of the next 30 years.... alone.

Not for the living

Crazy Halloween Zombie Dance Party was not to be missed!

DeeBow's got hair
80's Bless
Shot
A-Eye and Jillian!

prints on canvas

Here's a photo of a recent print I did taken by Pablo Tauler. It has been blown up and printed on Canvas by our friend Lou at Posters XXL. Super huge. Click on the image to see more detail