principal photography for the colony finished |
Arrr... the colony was a 6 day sprint that tested heart mind body AND liver... (for some). More or less pleased with what I have, now I wanna see if I can peice the fucker together. Glen's leg came ...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 07:23:00 PST |
bored |
On the pogey and smoking dope... smoking long lines of green... I've lost my sense of imagination to common day to day organic reactions: eatshitsleepfuckrepeat. I host day to day showings of be...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 01:46:00 PST |
deep blooze |
blue collar joe lunch can chic now: smoke nicoweed drink crunk and talk shit... talk pussy and politics sunrise to sundown. Forget about all that gym physique, get whipcord ditch digger muscle, ...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Thu, 17 Nov 2005 04:52:00 PST |
organic reactions |
I remember when I was a boy the bathroom was the only room that locked, my grandmother put a picture of Jesus in there to keep me from masturbating. The picture was creepy, Jesus was alwa...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Mon, 31 Oct 2005 03:48:00 PST |
unspoken |
Unspoken
I have written these words before
my hands moving over you in the dark
mapping you with letters across your skin
the words that I could not say I would leave
in wet ellipses of unfinis...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Fri, 21 Oct 2005 06:15:00 PST |
Auto Rant |
Consumption, my standards for television shows has crashed and waned, watching american's next top model and wonder about homoerotic tendencies. Berrate the television: "that bitch has got to be...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 10:00:00 PST |
from cherry english |
I was in bed with a woman who told me to do something in Indian: speak. I rolled over and looked up at her and said I dont know how. She rolled her eyes and looked thoughtfully at the wall. ...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Sat, 01 Oct 2005 03:23:00 PST |
File Under Miscellaneous I |
I always knew the Lone Ranger
Wore a mask because he didnt
Want anyone to know
That he was friends
With an Indian.
That always made me
Wish I was white.
Blue crystal eyed Aryan
...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 11:47:00 PST |
Insomniaddict. |
when I was a boy, I remember opium dreams of flying, always at night, always over the old reserve, they're being more trees then houses... being afraid of falling. I remember fever d...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Sat, 03 Sep 2005 10:59:00 PST |
tumbleweed tabbin' |
keeping tabs on tumble weeds out of sheer fucking boredom, watching them roll down the highway, marking the make of the grass, the bent of a dead branch. Kicking the nicotine DT's, 3 in the morn...
Posted by Jeff Barnaby on Sun, 28 Aug 2005 11:55:00 PST |
