Cinco De Mayo Is Alright...

Crip walk!...

And my moustache got wet...

Snakes!!!...Semi said they look like turds... agreed.

And we made new friends!...

Which way to the gun show Maurice?

Maurice told me lots of things... things that I feel are too illicit to share with the internets... like a man he knows that will PAY YOU $500 (!) to watch you jerk it... and really REALLY good top quality crack cocaine.

And then Barry started singin me some Sam Cooke Gospell... I wanted video cuz he was DAMN GOOD... but alas, my memory card was toasted too.

Feliz the Mayo bitchez!

Sunday Night Buzzed Bloggin...

Sunday blues. Wha?!... Not today.

(Please excues the typos... I'm on a fukin KOREAN keyboard... sheeit!).

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Coming on towards a fourdayweekender,

with Mon and Tues locked down

OFF...

right set good.

Been reading too many books at once...

and sippin satanic reposado.

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And basically this...

There is NOT enough QUALITY goat porn online.

Granted,

I have searched...

halfassed...

tonight.... and perhaps others

(with friends)

to find NOTHIHNG.

>:c

I miss the 90's

when it was free

and easy to find

like when we were

makin MAD mischief

in (eek!) High School.

xo

(LOL)

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Tricks Driftin in Last Night's Tide Pools...

Sailed shady sodden the swarthy sidewalk
shadowed under the West Side Highway
destined for Koreatown karaoke
and fiery fried chicken.

Came upon this monsterous bottle
sadistic sea shelter (shrine to seasickness?)
polished stainless and pygmy port holes
bottled Blade Runner hollow noir whimsy.

Rockstars and Robots...

And... unrelated

except for the fact

that this was taken

further in the night

further on

along my walk

from K-town

on downtown.

Drunken ghosts

of bridge and tunnel

lecherous leggy ladies

lookin lusty

for a limo.

Happy Birthday Ma!...

Fate blessed me to you, my luminous eccentric devil of a Mother... talismanic wonder kid... obviously my dark twisted sick sense of humor... must have come somewhere from Dad...

Been thinkin 'bout you lady... and another pencil-less (miracle in that) painting has evolved... remnants of the old Fernald Point property. I love how we are the phantom propriators of the ONLY, ever magestic, Montecito NUDIE BEACH!!!

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And just so you know... Grandpa lurks here... I've seen him.

A real natural PERV just like the rest of us!

Makes me proud.

I look at you every morning... still as beautiful as always...

And I wonder, why didn't I ever get a damn pony?!

I kid. I kid. I hate shoveling horse shite.

You know this well.

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Have a wonderful day and don't get too wasted at the party tonight... OK?!

I wish I could be there with you to share in the laughter... the sky is a'sparkling over your smiles today!

Dip-dip-dip-da-dip-da-dip-ramma-lamma-ding-dong-Dive...

Shooting pool at Vasmay is like shooting pool in Tijuana (except without my mom). The table is jacked, the sticks are crusty and bent, and you gotta drink bottles ‘cuz anything off the tap will likely give you histolytica or gonorrhea.

But they’ve got a great juke full of dirty old punk, original electric guitar god rippers, and rarified doo-wop oldies that growl back and wink at you. The barmaids are lippy and generous, and somehow I always end up sharkin games and meeting interesting oddball people there.

It’s a very love hate kinda place that always calls me back.

Last night met up with a friend for a supposed single beer and a game and ended up staying out, sketch party posse came round and we lit proper mischief, fired off countless games, and etched evolving obscenities on the chalk board outside, along with the board indoors for games in line.

Too many beers and double vision… just like every Tuesday oughta’ be.

A Half Assed Update...

Last night marked the inauguration of the first official SKETCH NIGHT!

My house
Semi, Sarah, and Steve
( three designers and one international bartender)
3 6ers
1 Large pepperoni pie ala asshole Sal’s
and obscene creative fun.

............................^^^Doodle pass from the foursome.

............................^^^The casualties this morning.

International Skull Drawing Competition...

So... at the suggestion of my favorite sister... (well down under anyway... don't want to ruffle any feathers *ahem* I love you too Cor-ito)... I entered a contest which I haven't done in years.


http://www.riseandfall.com.au/

The concept: Skull drawings

The gallery: A FREAKIN' elevator lift in Melbourne, Au. HOT DAMN!!!

The entry: Last minute late last night... pencil ink and paper
(stolen from my office... SHHH!)

Wish me luck!

xo

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Random Curiosities…

Latest obsession... Japanese Coke candy... thank you JAS Mart for filling my sodaless life with fizzy love.


Some haphazard sketches...

South Beach Miami... no pencil... just ink.

Nikki Beach... the only time it's tolerable... when it's EMPTY!!!!

Glorious doodlepass with Nancy... wanting to start a whole new sketchbook reserved for this game alone.

Sketch for a possible painting... very rough... skeletal... drafted off of some of the below...

Sometime good things DO happen in bars!!!...

Cocktail napkin, bic ballpoint pen, and some sort of lager drips.

This theme has been running long with me...

More sketcheeez up close... my ever constant motion...

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Jubilation!!!... posed for me beyond what is physically possible... sometimes you gotta shift your sight to better focus the true nature of things.

An Oracle of Empyrean Light…

“Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux."

"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
(as said by the fox in The Little Prince)

A Little Injection of Bad Ass Cinema Brilliance...

Switchblade Sisters. One of my favorites from Jack Hill. I just can't get enough of this movie, the styling is freakin' incredible!!!

From The Beach...

...Radiating in resonant sunshine....


...electrifying minty light...
...Where good things tend to stick on...
...Riding unexpected moments of fortune...

...Beyond the night...

...drifting beach ghosts....


............West Sieeeedeed!!!........



.......And Satan's Guitars.......




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