Friday, August 27, 2010

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

This is my dwarf hamster.

Friday, August 13, 2010

I’m feeling this overwhelming urge to go camping and to become more aquatinted with nature lately. A pull that I’ve always had, it’s just really tugging on me recently.

Monday, August 9, 2010

I was going through my old DV tapes the other day to find some empty space and I found this instead: Some old clips from some kind of really weird short film my brother and I were making a couple of years ago. I'm not sure of the premise now, but you can enjoy this random bunch of clips. Its pretty weird. And funny.

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"You wake up in an elevator. You don't know how you got there.

As you come to your senses the elevator reaches it's destination; the doors open. Before you is a bridge laying in complete nothing. You cross it. On the other side is a door, which you open and enter. Inside is complete dead space, nothing but white oblivion every where you look. The door is no longer there, so you can not leave. Before you now is a Great Lion. The size of it can not be describe. Behind the Great Lion's mane are eight Octopus tentacles stretched out. It look into your eyes, and you know it knows all of your secrets.

You wake up."

-Lion/Octopus Dream #1-


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

"I look into her eyes, and she's got that look... you know the kind of look where you can tell she's got something to say but she's just not a strong enough person to just say how she feels. Most people aren't. I'm not. But I never thought she was. I can almost see the lump slowly forming in her delicate throat. The kind that keeps you from speaking. It's like a flood waiting to emerge from her irritated, puffy eyes. A beautiful flood. And I know she loves me, sometimes I question how I would ever produce such terrible thoughts in my head;

'though it's bad, it's not as bad as I thought'

I think to my self as she struggles to tell me what's been going on. And in a painful yet relieving sigh I tell her it's OK. I guess things aren't always what they seem... It's like crayons, how you always look at the wrapper on the crayon to see what color it is, but when you use it on the paper it's never the same color; it's always slightly different, drastically even.

Yes, people and time are like crayons, the wrapper is never the same color as the crayon."