Thursday, September 23, 2010

de-li-cious.




Tamale House

eighty five cent grub

how i miss yummy tacos
i will be home soon
smell of rotting meat
flies next to me at dawn
one legged grackle
how did you get so
fucked up? hit by an ice truck
have some potato

Monday, September 20, 2010

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010

Art School Sucks

In the misty morning, on the edge of time
We've lost the rising sun, the final sign
As the misty morning rolls away to die
Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky









OTTO MUEHL