In the city

In an urban square
where the soil is the cement
and the statues are the trees.
where the faces stare beyond
the horizon.

As kids we would use them as boundaries.
As teenagers we would look through them.
As adults we read the inscriptions like our parents obituaries.

Around a brick corner
there are only stop signs and old folk
where they still shop at bodegas
and use their crutch for elevation
because The Dead Wind is still down there.

The buildings don't have faces
and no one owns the yard in front.
Your room mates don't remember
your name and she doesn't look the same
with your new beard and her dyed hair.

You tried to sound out any name
starting with E
but you ended up just saying "E!".

This is how the alphabet murders.
Letters too close like our home in the city.
Uniquity silenced by dissipating smog
when familiarity is only one word
in one spot.

Communication is limited and timid
since all passengers are on the go.
It's one, decisive ride
where you culturally begin
to clump like mussels
and you're not only a genre
but also plenty of jokes
and we all act like it's fine
but you just said it right to his face
and you never even leave.

leafs are perpetually wet
hanging out by the gutters.

Just Look Back

http://staticparticles.bandcamp.com/track/just-look-back

My Personal Personalities

Here is a photo album of most of my artwork.  This includes medium from canvas, to printer paper, to numerous journals. My Personal Personalities
Also it's my facebook page too.

Daedra wants Dick

.  http://staticparticles.bandcamp.com/album/daedra-wants-dick

Daedra Loves Dick

Daedra wants Dick

    Daedra is walking down the cold sidewalk with her four closest friends in the middle of the week.  They are all on their last year of college, ready to live in “the real world” as they call it.  But what they live resembles the television show more then they think.  Living with strangers, they call them roommates, just so they can get an education but taken in certain strides, partying and not taking school seriously would lead me to specifically call it a “lower” education. 

Been Doing

I've been trying to keep myself busy as usual.

Projects that I'm working on.

1. Daedra wants Dick.  I'm still going on this story very slowly.  It's coming to the end in it's written state.  I'm at about 40 pages and the shift is about to happen.  I want to see if I can get it published some place other then here but it's length is troubling.  I also want to do a tele-pod on this or pod play.  I feel like listening to something an hour long is more approachable then reading something that would take an hour.  No one I know reads consistently anymore that are my age so I'm shifting as well.

2.  I've been in the talks with a co-worker (Kris Solum) to do a few things.  I've always wanted to try out animation and he's actually done some animation so we are pitching ideas back and forth.  I gave him the idea of a man travelling from his old home to a new home with a mini-fridge.  As the trip grows longer, the surrounding landscape changes into a surreal being.  I finished up the storyboard and gave him a canvas painting of the final transformation of it all.

3.  Kris and I also are talking about doing a stop motion video.  We want to do produce battle raps between fruits versus vegetables.  I just wrote up the banana vs. head lettuce verses.  The video will hopefully be raunchy produce battling and I figured that the lyrics could also be semi-educational because I'm just talking about produce which is something I never learned about in school.

A.  Journal has been on a halt.  (Heard you Calling)

B.  I want to start working on music again but I feel like it could be too much for me.

Also been playing a lot of borderlands.

Measurements of Noise

So I just realized that I made enough music this summer for a cd's worth of noise.  Enjoy.

1. Sad, Sad Things

2. Unit 1

3. World at War

4. Open in On

5. Whispers

6. Wind Direction

7. Use Less

8. Finally

9. Protection

10.Like a Memory

11. Together

12. Drummin

13. Jonesun

14. Seasons