pixel rust

canvas

yes that is blood

hit

happy and bleeding

strange ideas

Strange ideas flitted through his head at night. Dreams of night scopes and water towers like pillars to god. He would awake in cold sweats at the pull of the trigger.
Bang.
Awake.

days gone by

I remember hearing the voices all night,
the rumbling of city buses a back drop of sound
all spanish hostility
and small plastic bags
shouts and gunfire
running sneakers

waking to the smell of burning futons
two junkies below
glad that it is in the alley, not the hallway
as the windows rattle in the wind
and snow blows in around the frame

We would laugh and stick beer bottle caps into the frost
open the oven door and put a pot of boiling water on the stove
crack a beer and live another day

back when death was a daily option
failure was the norm
and we were to young to take notice
living in dreams to real to care

WeekEnd Fun

Bumped and bruised, guarding my camera from beer, moshers and crazy ass punkers. And it's so hot that my camera fogged up on the INSIDE and I had to go outside for 20 minutes for it to clear. Sitting in the back room and having a panic attack because of all the people. All the goddamn people. Where do they come from?

But my god, they sure as hell had fun.