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Corpse On Pumpkin Photography

We don't chase goals.

About Me



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My Interests

Photography. Drinking. Lack of regard for a career. Books I never tire of re-reading. An honest hug. Drinking outside when it's raining. Muted green clothing. Doing something right for a change. My friends. Crawling hours.

I'd like to meet:

CORPSEONPUMPKIN.COM - I want to meet sea horses with green eyes. Or Shane MacGowan and Victoria Clarke, for dinner and drinks. I like dinner, and drinks. I like people who haven't much of a place in the future, so together we're forced to make the best of our days.

Massachussetts-based BROWN PAPER PUBLISHING, in March 2008, will release a collection of desolate, forlorn short stories I've written, titled PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME. More information, and PRE-ORDERING, can be found here:

PRE-ORDER: http://www.brownpaperpublishing.net/catalog3.html

Thank you. Please join PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME here on MySpace:

http://www.myspace.com/please_don'tleaveme

Music:

"And when we go, we all will go. So you see, I'm never alone. All that we hope is, when we go, our skin and our blood and our bones won't get in your way the way they did when we lived."

Books:

Impossible Knot: An Unauthorized Look Into the Filming of Family Ties, by Travis Cambridge, released to little fanfare within the Family Ties camp, as shown no better than by Michael J. Fox, who flashed thousands of threatening dollars against its release. Buy This Drink (For Me), a pamplet handed out in crowded cities of the North by author Benjamin Curtis, a somewhat derelict wayward happenstance with charmingly good taste in wisdom.

Heroes:

Benjamin Curtis. Prison escape artists. My attorney Kevin Aimes, who is a dashing fellow if not a particularly inexpensive one. My agent Neil Garriscond and manager Courtney Eck, both of whom have gotten me this far without asking me to clean up the spilled beer on all those contracts. The Mercy DeLamore Pitchforks, for standing up for me when it was five-against-one at a Soc Hop.

My Blog

Farewell.

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Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 03:20:00 PST

Farewell.

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Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 03:31:00 PST

Two horses in the car.

The bedroom door opened only just a crack, but the light the light that crept in through the crack inspired a mended calm. The entire room and every last mote choking the small space of it took a hint...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 02:09:00 PST

Your quiet smile.

I faced the sunset, nearly lost underneath an orange blanket it threw over me, so warm and sure of itself was it that the day was ending. I faced the sunset as I turned the key in the lock and closed ...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 09:48:00 PST

Crawl underneath the sheet.

Before locking up the car I checked underneath the seats for anything which might have been rolling around on the floors on the drive up here. Aside from the usual debris consisting of flecks of trash...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 12:17:00 PST

Other end of an apple for an ant.

An august oppression surely knelt down over us all, I felt, but I was only feeling its pressure for myself, left with a mere guess as regarded the hourly fates of the others. Their brows were furrowed...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 05:38:00 PST

Quietly slipping past a scarecrow.

"It reminds me of the time&" he started, eyes down at his plate, at which point I faded right out. And I fell from the dinner table, the last image of this afternoon being a plastic cup toppling ove...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 03:19:00 PST

With any grace at all, pretend.

It seemed I could see my whole body in flight, from all distances and angles, from overhead and underneath, up close and with a bird's eye view off the tips of my red sneakers as they were gliding ov...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:11:00 PST

I didn't know.

I didn't feel the heart inside me doing anything important.Like a small sack of pebbles and dirt and rocks, it just rustled together and quietly grinded and shifted its weight around in my chest, und...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Mon, 14 May 2007 04:59:00 PST

Stick figure elephants with haunted eyes.

Assuming this is the worst possible moment to bring it up out loud, it shouldn't even be an option to voice my concerns though I still have to practically choke my own neck to keep from asking the pas...
Posted by Corpse On Pumpkin Photography on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:27:00 PST