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About Me

I am odd as are all of you I see. I like random places and strangers over pints. I am an observer, an alien, a dj, a photographer, a musician, a writer, a promoter(sometimes), and a lover of humans. Movies and sake drive me to typewriters and long roadtrips. random individuals of interest and a general love for diner food with a side of stories from the lips highway cowboys and gals. I write songs play the saw,accordion,guitar,bass,drums, and harmonica. I live with record nerds. I record late at night and early morning. I have no idea what is coming next and I like it that way. I enjoy every moment and watch as time slows and the mannerisms play out as they always do. Check out Several Conclusions (my project) and The House of Assassins (a project I am involved in)check out junktapeproductions.comfor more of my photography check out flickr.com/photos/junktapeproductions "Sideburns, they really work" check out myspace.com/severalconclusions to hear the sounds i make or for more myspace love.. check out junktape @ myspace.com/sideburnstheyreallywork Also Check out my weekly DJ night at P cafe in Oakland

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slightly skewed odd observers of life and iGod

My Blog

My shoes are soaked with water and the shiver shows

its noticeable now..the black holes, the warm sounds before waking.. The need to sleep for days.The unfamiliar smell that breaks when you return to bedroom walls and all of the faces you cannot seem t...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Oct 2009 11:53:00 GMT

Asleep

A sobering rain drains left of slight wind gusts. Drawing attention away from awake.                   Dimming lights and pulling sheets across exposed toes.Sleep is forceful and urgent.             P...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 18:32:00 GMT

a mess of string puppets, mouths full of orange peels

One small stride across a sky absent and willingBlack and white crayons filling in where the traffic had been diverted she is a mess of string puppets, mouths full of orange peels and flowerscaked in ...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 07:55:00 GMT

hello stranger

Sometimes,   It feels as if time causes me to side step into dimensions that play by different rulesinvolve a new set of characters    Some stay consistent they intertwine with the new become part ofa...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 07:23:00 GMT

Awakened along a ball of ice and snow

There is a cool and steady wind that finds its' way between the hairs on my arm, up and along my shoulders, filtering through my hair follicles, racing along the curve of my skull, recycling back to t...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 18:24:00 GMT

the chills that run along my spine

I've signed my name i've lost my mindI've lost my placeand am soon to finda ghost that calls out shoutingall the names of children bornthe systems down and doubtingshes found her place shes something ...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 19:05:00 GMT

all I want to do is sleep

My bones a mess of miscalculated positions        &nb sp;         &nb sp;       &n...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:38:00 GMT

no cream or sugar just a swamp of dead leaves and silence

the landscape pours into my eyes and it smells of fresh paint and bad coffee
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 15:50:00 GMT

only in dreams.....

my eyes give way to the oval shaped black holes that follow me as I sneak beneath                     &nbs.. .
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 06:00:00 GMT

and the rain pours through your mouth

Over your tongue, finding your lips, out along your chin and down in the abyss.The weight of the air had lessened        &nbs p;     &nb...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 13:22:00 GMT