Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Vortex Where My Heart Should Be


A victim of her own neurotic and obsessional symptoms.



The highest quality uterine vellum was made from the skins of aborted calves.




Sometimes, I get sick of process. 




An illustration of a transitional state, quite possibly a Bardo.



Saturday, June 21, 2014

A World of Fun with Reptile Brains


1. Migraines
2. Impotence






And then I found my secret language was not secret anymore. 




Sexting in the Limitless Metropolis.



Synechdoche

Friday, June 20, 2014

Postcards from Camp Cuckoo


Katie escapes Camp Cuckoo.




Fragments of Nothing. 





We now live in the Paradise of Laws.






Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Not Suitable for Microwave


The Weeping Plastic Surgery Disaster. The Tears of the Monster. 



The Mudra of the Texting. 



In Caves, All Socks are Grey.



We Live in the Paradise of Guns.
December 19, 2012



Between the Self and the Self. Thank you, Alighiero Boetti.

Friday, June 13, 2014

The Palimpsest of the Weeping Monster


Has Viagra let you down? 



The Weeping Monster.



"Ejecting consciousness into the sky." I actually heard someone say that.


Part Two of the Day I Forgot My Glasses.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Subterranean Library, according to Google Maps and Google Translator


"If I had not bent the fabric. If time had not stood still." 
                                                         -David Bowie



"It is nearly impossible to make people understand each other."
                                                                        - Maria Martins


Pronounced Frontal Bones








The Arm of the Homunculus




Garbed in martyr crimson, he received the text.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

In the Nation of Text Message Senders


Janus Faces with the Horned and Flayed Homunculus. New deities, mythology and iconography invented daily.



Endless personal diasporas occurring daily.






Paradise for the Monkey Mind.



Italian Shoes Continuum in the Nation of Text Message Senders. 

Monday, June 9, 2014

Amorphous Narratives in the Endless Metropolis


I've slipped through everyone's clutches.



Dreams never end. 



We're all inside our own heads now.




A diamond where her heart should be.



This weekend, I intend to stay at home in a state of resolute boredom.



The blind leading the distracted.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

The Recovery of the Imagination





Some sort of an oracle, I suppose.



Saturday, June 7, 2014

Friday, June 6, 2014

Italian Shoes Continuum

These fellows definitely wore Italian Shoes.