Spring Water

Tree of Life from Palace of Shaki Khans, Azerbaijan 

When he gets in the tub, sometimes he purrs so loud that the shampoo bottles fall over.

True power

Listen/purchase: Cryogenics by Scott Brown

I made a bandcamp! Only the two songs right now but I’m working on more.

RIP Terry Jones

For blabe

Princess Pauline Metternich on the Beach, 1865, Eugene Boudin

Medium: oil

I'm corny but I don't care anymore I've decided to lean into it. Lean into the corn! Embrace the corn🌽 🌽!!

Driving into work as the sun splits through the pollution

Purple orange red lime green electrocution

Wishing I was anywhere else instead

I need this job like I need a fuckin hole in my head

But I still gotta pay for my bread

I still need a solution

Got myself a brand new shrink gonna try to impress him

With my four different types of seasonal depression

I guess that if you gotta pay some bills

One way to do it is to deal out pills

Unless you've got magical skills in past-life regressions

Well they don't make it very easy now do they?

Trying to figure out out

set things straight with your fate

And she'll alleviate all your doubt

Because as bright as my fire burns

I'm still chained by the law of diminished returns

But I've already got all I could ever hope to care about

Someday I'll finally settle down on a piece of land

live a life that I won't need some robots brain to understand

I'll make shit up just like when I was a kid

Chill with bigfoot, the mothman and the other cryptids

If you need me I'll be off the grid this was all in the plan

And if we ever see the chaos shift into some clearer equilibrium

Where we finally live in harmony with every tiny bacterium

I bet we'll find that pretty boring because

We'll realize it's the same as it already was

And that you wouldn't think it do but it does

And we just didn't understand.

The way I’m gonna die is kinda like Mel Gibson’s wife in signs like, somehow I’ll be trapped under something in such a way that if they move it I’ll instantly bleed out and die but if I stay pretty much still I’ve got about 45 min to live. The point is, right after the accident I’m going to have a magnificent epiphany and my whole life will suddenly make sense and all the mistakes I’ve ever made will be clear to me and I’ll finally realize my purpose in life which is to record 45 minutes of solo banjo music and I die right after I finish the recording and it goes on to sell millions of copies because it somehow perfectly captures the zeitgeist of the time.