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Timothy Christopher Randall

About Me

recovering graphic artist.

whatever works for you, do it right. when it all began everything was as cool as the ice-age. still, in light of the recent demise of the dynamic i just had to blow up my skip town text. hey man, do the math, we’ve rambled far from the path, we’ve spilled for the dice and soon we will have gone fishing.

deep inside the mountain they wake in terror to thunder. eyes behind glazen glass shudder. black rock pressed hard against my face. toxic visions pummel a coffin cave. creeping oceanic waves breaking bits off. toxic tripping tramps fall into a stupid stupor stepping toward a temporary anthropomorphic death.

start here, everything else will make sense.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

bonafide

My Blog

Design, Paintings & Photography For Your Viewing Pleasure

matt and i used to record music together. now he paints & well enough to make cal state fullerton's dean's list. he's damn good. check it out. http://www.mattbogard.com/default2.asp
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 03:49:00 GMT

Synchronicity

I have a story to share. For anyone reading that doesn't know, from 1981 until 2005 I lived in Southern California.  In August of 2005 I moved up to Washington State to get away from the hustle ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 23:56:00 GMT

It's All Disco

Interviewer:  Now that you're currently doing both Pixies and solo stuff, is it strange to go from one to the other? Frank Black:  No. I'm a musician. That's my job. I may feel a bit more li...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 17:31:00 GMT

Past Currents

icy cords collect entwined and shining shaping sights naked words worth more than my weight in rusted trust ..trust? ive been told the flood from behind stage eight-elelven sounds cr...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Mar 2005 22:49:00 GMT

Descent

Rake in and take in Of the father And the man And believe in The power Of iron and descent One hundred years Build up the tears Hes not allowed to cry So why do you question All of th...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Mar 2005 22:32:00 GMT

The Mono Hollow Dance

With a wretched rage And a storming torment I misspeak to the few Whose toothy grin Sinks into my skin Wallowing sorrowing Tomorrow ends The agony is waiting My tongue is locked I dont ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Mar 2005 11:48:00 GMT

Into the Arms of America.. (circa 1888)

Controlling a collective of suffered people, whom had every reason for defying authority, required more just than the strength of government, militia or police. They, the people, whose empathetic fel...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Mar 2005 14:54:00 GMT

Louis Reed said..

Candy says I've come to hate my body and all that it requires in this world Candy says I'd like to know completely what others so discretely talk about Candy says I hate the quiet places that c...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Mar 2005 23:11:00 GMT