Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

5:41 am… Icicle City crackles in the frozen dawn as Northern winds blow harshly upon lowly sidewalk dwellers. Her tentacles rise up from the Earth like sparkling horned erections.

Concrete ghettos roll across the urban prairie like aftershocks from some fantastic social quake. There is a cold indifference to a city, a sort of hardened callus that forms over the pavement. The bricks stare down at the morning workers…

4:51 am… The Earth is cool to the touch, as the Dawn slowly turns and says hello.

5:17 am… I’ll be venturing to Urbana in a couple of hours to spend a few days making prints with a friend. I love driving old Route 45 through all the little forgotten towns that now serve as hospice for old…

5:10 am… I’m trying to decide which of the many ideas that I have in my head, should be brought forth into existence. While all people have thoughts, it is Creators who use their force of will to forge invisible…

4:21 am… A new day begins for those who are willing to live. Be awake in your day, as if it were your last. Some people pray to god, others shoot dope. Both are forms of escapism which help to…