Easter Break...

...reminded me how much I love you all and how much I miss your moms. 

Also, after finals, a trip to Ann Arbor and Sketchy McFastFoodPlace (a.k.a. Fleetwood Diner) will happen. 

It's so interesting the evolution of photos that crawls off the internet and into Documents Folder.












Who is that chick on the left? A mallow? An anime character?

Get out and live. Be distractions.
Help each other forget.

BIRDS. MASKS. RAYS. UGLY COLORS.
Be, live, breathe, fornicate indie.

(Is this blog rated P.G.?)


























(Left) Eugene W. Smith photography. Wowiewow.

(Right) That dumb bitch, Anne Hutchinson.




Levi-Strauss. Structural Anthropology samurai.












The only lasting thing I got out
of the Early TV Western CCA:

Clint Walker.

That will last 4eva.














One last thing.. I was reading through an old blog and I found a wicked quote. I didn't know what it meant three years ago, and still don't know - awesome:

Truth becomes fiction when the fiction's true;
Real becomes not-real where the unreal's real.

Okay, Okay. I admit I was raised on robbery.