Saturday, June 28, 2014

Lake Michigan Projects 1&2

Others make sand castles. Hudson and Grandpa Stagg work on projects. After a lot of digging in the sand Lake Michigan water from the purple sand pail is applied to all of the ramp ways ,holes, and other formations that can and will be "bulldozed or wrecked" on any given whim.That was project 1...project 2 was a hole a lot closer to the sandy edge of waves area surrounded by a bug house and a magic stick burial spot marked with seagull feathers. Very busy.


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Should be titled as the song you don't own me plays in the background all jazzy sexy romantically like !!

She leaves she left she leaves a trail of destruction larger than the human carbon footprint upon this earths face.   This trail of destruction has more damage than 4 wildfires containing more mystery than 3 tornadoes 2 earthquakes & 1 contagious epidemic.  The damage is done when she leaves.  All of that is just a small description of the broken hearts she leaves behind... she left... GONE... - gone but not forgotten her gestures are forever lazer scorched in my mind - deeper than surrealistic whale shits in the ocean - deep - deep within my brain and now yours .I'm lucky to have gotten close..i'm lucky to have been around those explosions in those city  scape skys. She is/was/ will be fatal. Others more foolish with LOVE could loose limbs and maybe live.  Those who want to flirt with the great here after will try to be THE significant other.  Their time  their energy  their soul  &  maybe their life WILL REST in pieces as she leaves.{ the preceding semi-description should be titled-as the song-you don't own me plays in the background all jazzy sexy romantically like  }.

Friday, June 20, 2014

The grand gestural exit {0f K.B.=Ka-Boom}

A pretty little powerhouse unplugs the power cord. Angels on the runway soon takeoff then to soar.Way up in the off the ground with levitation wings.Music and noise all around Red devils blues n' screams.Another time around n' round if you care or not.The worlds a stage we play our parts and improvise a lot! Sometimes we finish in one take. To get there set your mind a drift the authentic and the fake. Hangover morning pounding migraine your income spent in bars.The birds do sing the bell it rings,bloodshot eyes see stars.The cocaine habit was a cheap thrill until the white horse went a racing.Now booger sugar is a hill as you keep self erasing.How many times the deamons dice will you roll with the devil?That's your soul and your entire life important at every level.Quick and cheap, fast n' loose,yesterday, today.Stick'em deep, hanging noose, violence is grave.Cutting corners constantly until you get caught. Everything and everyone can and will be bought.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

The silent future {?}

I was asked if I broke or threatened to break legs on those who don't comply. Everywhere I look and everything I see looks just like another melted gun to me. Melted triggers, melted bullets, melted firearms. Let peace breakout like a teenage skin complexion with hormonal fire alarms. I said let peace breakout all over like a prisoner escape`e. Let peace infect this planet like a serious case of rabies. I do not know what it's like to have a last day of victory - but we all can guess it, bless it, - the ultimate-o-free.Everywhere I look and everything I see, looks just like another melted firearm to me. Melted handguns, melted rifles, melted automatics. Melted knives, melted shanks, a complete shutdown - of smith n' wesson tragics. A new beginning a brand new end of every single violence. Tears of joy, tears of sorrow, in the future silence. I see egos in your logos all your corporate controls. In the seagulls sky sun sun hugs sun kissed enclosed. The fat cat from the laundramat getting silks and threads immaculate. Death and tax ejaculates on working poors thats all you gets.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Prelude to future weapon melting

Flags of significance and skull emblems everywhere. Falling in and out of fashion quicker than they can be manufactured for profit.Why is it always somewhere else?How come it is all never manufactured here?All as in always! Sounds all out of the formerly tight jaws and now loose wet n' moist tongues caged internally liquid sopping mouths.It all does go away in the end.Nowadays the end is realized at the start from the beginning.I hold thoughts drenched in blues so deep it pales the devils tears in comparison.I write this with vein purple squid ink-mixed with oil spill octopus emissions dipped in dragon bile burned with witch charcoal fabricated rags from burnt experiments.I was asked if I broke or threatened to break legs on those who don't comply.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Wise Words pre Fashion post

I've heard the wise words from the elder.The youth sought out this elder.This elder ran a bookstore.This bookstore became frequented by a hungry revolutionary youth group. The elder could be as black or blacker than a could be white or whiter than the driven snow...either way if you don't know...without enough"dough" can't go...  .  This elder pointed out that the intelligensia had to respect the factual truths. The actual factual truths are not wanted. America is opposed to the actual factual truths. I don't know whose America that was? I don't know of what America it will be made from?

Friday, June 13, 2014

Post not so fine financials guest starring real wild boys before the wise words.

Real wild boys don't care for such thoughts.
Real wild boys make and take their own reality.
Real wild boys chain their bicycles to racks in a wheelie position.
Real wild boys have a lookout wild boy.
This lookout wild boy watches for cars & traffic patterns.
This lookout wild boy gives the signal to the real wild boys who skate down very steep parking garage ramps.
Real wild boys skateboard down the ramp at very high rates of speed.
They turn in long exaggerated curvey angels riding their skateboards close to the gutter near the curb.
Those real wild boys show little or no emotion.
Wildboy skate wheels make loud echo sounds on the midnite streetlite pavement that wasn't made for these wild boys and their skateboards.
Real wild boys don't care for such thoughts.
Real wild boys make and take their own reality.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Prelude to REAL wild boys

My financials don't look so fine.My not so fine financials are looking for styrofoam cups to musically rattle for change with my always lookin sharp sharpie marker cardboard sign on Wall Street. My not so fine financials are out to break-out to con the other banks on Wall Street. My not so fine financials know that the long con is on-and is out to hustle the hustler.To hustle Wall Street-4eyes 4eyes just realized that Main Street is a forgotten remanent of Wall Street. My not so fine financials have grown. My not so fine financials have grown a million eyes. A million eyes to play the game. To play the con. To play the game.To play the con game.To play the banks of the extra long con game - of   ,on,around,beside,underneath,above,between,inside,outside,alongside,excluding & including ALL ,that is/was/will be - o - WALL STREET !! On & off Wall Street meet my not so fine financials. 


Monday, June 09, 2014

Prelude to my not so fine financials.

Stop time tap dancing on our last collective nerves. Waiting for edgy battle worn heroes with a dark side cause 'cause that's how they do that now. Waiting,killing time in our day dreams all over again-waiting longer all bored-waiting all distracted-waiting even longer-still waiting for a hero.As the temptation grows too great to mind her own business...she peeks over my shoulder to look at what is being scribbled down. Just as prevelant. As prevelant as the all covering in effectiveness  of the past American-now complete corporate-political systems non representation of the too many have nots. Hotter than the Latina parade show queen of the pink line - all good looks from good genes squeezed too tight in her good jeans. As I mentioned her mom - peeking over my shoulder giving into the temptation of my hand scribbles in a notebook - how quaint - how retro - how historic - not the content but the delivery - after all I do soak up the attention - face it - if not - I'd be texting in the note apps section of my phone reconfiguring my mask face with many expressions much like all the rest of the public. Much like all the rest o the public - that other public that is allways in transit  - being more than life - being just along for the ride - just being -smoking liquor cigarettes,drinking lotto milk,amongst pop snacks all in the fluorescent cathedral labeled gas station.


Saturday, June 07, 2014

Thursday, June 05, 2014

Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Monday, June 02, 2014

Title the post

Sometimes it's just ALL images and words on screens.


Sunday, June 01, 2014