the music permeates the thick, stale air. recycling the haze and attempting ever so desperately to refresh that which has been dead for year...

Call it hate, call it love, i call it art. time is so absent, so scarce, so elusive. yet why is it so easy to spend so much of it doing noth...

im fine. .

new opportunities always present new threats. the world is made of change. and change isnt fair.

An iron back arbalest overtaken and overgrown with spores and saprolings glows with the aftershock of rotting neon dreams. ...the horn blows...

gravity dont mean too much to me. 11 months since i've spoken to the bitter watches of the infinite nothing. who watches? who cares? ...

i have a new art print for sale! this time it's a collaboration with one of my favorite graphic designers, Adam Hanson! The piece is ent...