Wake Up

The Maiden in the Tower

 

The prince, out for a stroll with the royal homies, split from the group to take a piss. Off the beaten path the prince looked for a good place to relieve himself when suddenly a beautiful but eerie sound came in with an easterly breeze. Cursing his aim the prince shook his boot free of a puddle of urine. Intrigued, he parted the bush and ventured towards the source of the mysterious sound.

Deeper into the forest, the canopy was so dense that the prince was stumbling in the dark, listening. Following his ears the prince tripped and stumbled through tangled roots and darkness until he was so close that the sound seemed to be swirling around him in the darkness. He looked upwards towards the highest branches and realized he was standing at the foot of an enormous tower beneath impossibly tall trees. A small light flickered at the top of the tower, from its solitary window.

The prince stood below calling out to the window. He circled the tower finding no door nor stair. All the while the strange sound continued, getting faster and heavier. Higher pitches were now screaming across the woods. Now completely surrounded by darkness at the foot of the tower, the prince saw a shadow dancing on the wall of the room with the flickering light. A terrifying howl, or was it a moan, screeched from the window. The prince, horrified, ran away from the tower realizing where he had heard this sound before. When he was a boy in the hallway outside his parents room.

Again he ran, again with pants soaked in horror.

Dream Salon

Are we really trying so hard to be pretty? It's not like anyone is really paying attention anyways.

Or maybe I'm just completely oblivious anymore and if I focus less on the chaos that has become my life maybe I'll actually notice.

The world outside my chair seems brighter every time I take out the Matrix plugs.

Leftovers

 

Runnin amok! The starving artist exists. Chubby artists are steadily in the mix. Pork on White Bread with a hefty dose of gravy and a slam of mashed potato. Clogs the arteries for the perfect length of time. I feel warm enough and full enough to get up and get mine. Trouble comes when I put a drink in on top and I either spew my guts or get knocked the fuck out. The former provides better contrast on white paper. Especially if I'm chugging Monsters.  Do you mind? I'm tryin to build a kingdom here.

Fur

 

I wont be wearing my fur jackets being in happy cow country. They are in my closet. Waiting for the day I drive off into the white out. It might be sick but I miss Penndot trucks.

Chew

Used love is my favorite love. Left vulnerable we have no choice but to retreat beneath our own scars, succumb to our injuries mental and physical and focus on our woes. There are so many things competing for our attention on a daily basis that often times the last thing we focus on are ourselves. I think selfish is a term that gets a bad rap. I think everyone needs to be more selfish. It's not like we all have time for therapists. Be more selfish.

Hot Pockets.

I've been living in Santa Rosa California for two weeks now. It is exactly how I pictured it minus what I was told about regarding the pizza. It aint half bad.

The West Coast seems to be faster and slower than what I'm used to on the East Coast. Traffic is non stop and I have no idea where all these people are going. They drive fast and rush through yellow lights. I've gone out drinking a few times and people get drunk fast here too. Maybe I'm just slow. I got my first Cali girl number only to find out she was from Oklahoma, which didn't matter anyway cuz apparently it's creepy to leave whispering voicemails at 4 am 3 nights in a row.

After the cross country road trip and my three days in Vegas I literally made it here with $40 in my pocket. Sold my first paintings last week, and I've lined up my first show to be around Christmas so keep an eye out for that shit. I went and did this weird studio walk where artists open their homes and sell plastic wrapped prints out of laundry bins. The art scene is booming out here but I don't really understand that either. A lot of the artists I met yesterday had this weird twitch in their eyes. Or they were glazed over and their forced smiles were twitching. A lot of twitchers.

Everyone out here is a hustler. I think that's my favorite part of this place A lot of cutthroat cowboys and yoga rockin b girls. In the grocery stores here I've witnessed on multiple occasions this thing that I can only really call a yoga bikini. In the frozen food isle I'm alone with my head in a freezer and I pull out and beside me is this girl and her nipples are piercing this thin black fabric while her ass is trembling from the snow coming out of the ice cream cooler. She smiled at me and I immediately shoved my head back into the hot pockets until she walked away.