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About Me

bottomless pot holes, stray cats and savory folk.my art, fool -- www.artconspiracy.com/artists/artichoke.htm

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My Interests

fermentation, grapefruit guts, hurling balls of fire, playing with shellac, making stuff, people watching, blood, guts, worms, making out, going really fast, evaporation, extinction, NOT HAVING WRITERS BLOCK, cheap beer and cheap living. aim gasolinefish

Music:

opeth, church of misery, melvins, jolie holland, django reinhardt, espers, hammers of misfortune, 2pac, clarence ashley, skip james, robert johnson, dinah washington, link wray, mono, neurosis, rasputina, nina simone, outkast, woody guthrie, tom waits, patti smith, the stooges, shellac, pearls and brass.... etc.

Movies:

earth girls are easy, lone wolf and cub

Books:

fierce invalids home from hot climates - tom robbins, robbing the bees

My Blog

art to choke on.

artichoke
Posted by jo on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 09:43:00 PST

bone collapse.

and now i can't go back to sleep. in an hour and a half i'll be at work, picking through an elbow deep box of moldy tomatoes, cutting out the bad spots and promptly serving them to customers. my throa...
Posted by jo on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 04:56:00 PST

espresso and alkyhol. photos from the jerkstore municipal waste show

from the municipal waste show that went down last night... i had a fucking horrible time, as you can see from the pictures that follow. you all make my life a living hell, you know that? i'm really hu...
Posted by jo on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 06:26:00 PST

my demon self revealed.

Your Monster Profile War Troll You Feast On: Armadillos You Lurk Around In: Olive Gardens You Especially Like to Torment: Hippies What's Your Monster Name?...
Posted by jo on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 06:32:00 PST

psychotically ridiculous dream .329783083728932

respiration stripped to the bone by a dialtone and a man's voice ringing from a distant life once lived and ended with an echoey halt. my saving grace lies in a withering shack without a door, down th...
Posted by jo on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 05:13:00 PST

shipbuilding.

an embrace so like a womb discarded that if you follow the roots to where they started you'd fall from the top of the highest mountain into the holes where the misguided can rest. we are peru...
Posted by jo on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 12:28:00 PST

if you have to jam your fist down your throat

to yank out the words to tell someone you care about them, odds are it's a dead end road.
Posted by jo on Wed, 28 Sep 2005 04:59:00 PST

guh.

guh. i think i'm gonna quit kissing people. it makes my stomach hurt and reminds me of booze. HA! speak it, kitty. . also: SO worth the read....
Posted by jo on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

so... i think i had a spiritual experience in my sleep last night..

the dream started out being about the roadtrip... todd and audrey and i were having to trek all fuckin over the place looking for some kid... and when we found his house we went up into his attic and ...
Posted by jo on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

the sexes.

i don't think i'll ever understand. i keep thinking i've bitten off a bit of the iceberg... and just when i think it's starting to melt i have to spit it out and start all over again. screw that.
Posted by jo on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST