another state of mine

turn the bass up.

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 14:54:22 -0400

turn the bass up.

Photo

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 14:34:11 -0400

Woody

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 14:41:50 -0400

Woody

yup. still obsessed.

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 03:30:41 -0400

yup. still obsessed.

Man oh man

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 19:02:17 -0400

Man oh man

bouts to. shit im scared

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 00:45:15 -0400

bouts to. shit im scared

BOOGIE

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 00:43:09 -0400

BOOGIE

pitchfork: Trash Talk video portrait by Erik Sanchez.

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 00:33:39 -0400

pitchfork:

Trash Talk video portrait by Erik Sanchez.

Favorite song by one of my favorite artists.

Thu, 01 Mar 2012 08:09:17 -0500

Favorite song by one of my favorite artists.

My stomping ground. not much to look at but it’s the world...

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 16:18:32 -0500

My stomping ground. not much to look at but it’s the world to me.

Raised by wolves.

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 12:46:02 -0500

Raised by wolves.

I, lucifer.

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:14:23 -0500

I, lucifer.

Ftw

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 11:09:15 -0500

Ftw

Corn dogs taste good

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 22:51:02 -0500

Corn dogs taste good

Wooooooop woop.

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 22:32:49 -0500

Wooooooop woop.

Seattle is dead.

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 22:25:36 -0500

Seattle is dead.

Ceilimay

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 14:39:58 -0500

Ceilimay

Where I want to be. Camino de Santiago, Northern Spain

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 11:39:26 -0500

Where I want to be. Camino de Santiago, Northern Spain

Goodbye old friend. RIP Wigwam

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 06:55:45 -0500

Goodbye old friend. RIP Wigwam

Transition

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 06:48:42 -0500

Truly a new chapter of life is afoot. I walked into my house tonight to find that the moving process had already begun in a big way. And it was as if with each article so far removed from the living room went myriad of memories; a piece of me. I suppose theres joy to be had in the process of moving out of my first house as an adult. But, especially when said like that, I can’t help but scramble to reassemble the sentiment I cherished so much just a year ago upon moving in. I’m downtrodden. Here I am struggling to keep my emotions at bay. Especially as I sit here on the abused couch in the living room. Practically the only thing left in a place where primarily joy and fellowship was once common. Like some cruel irony. Now just open spaces. Testament; a metaphor to landscape of my soul. To say I’m being oversentimental and overdramatic about the situation may be an understatement but by my own account, I’ve come to expect that from myself. Repression is key. Each solitary room in this so long resented house holds a handful of memories one seemingly less significant than the next. However, its not every day that you move out on your own for the first time. Simply put: every event that occurred in the last year is made that much more important because it happened during such a climactic chapter of my life. So now as I prepare to move back to my home of 16 years its almost as if the last year of my life never happened; like I never fully turned the page. I refuse to let these ideas become reality. What happened here will be remembered forever. But as this chapter comes to a close I’m encouraged to make the next chapter twice as exciting; put a twist in the plot. The shortest segment of my life yet has proven to be the most dramatic, comedic, horrific, and romantic one yet. I hate to see it end. RIP Wigwam.