I Dreamed We Drove to Newport

I dreamed that I had to go to Newport to see an inmate. You were with me. When I got just outside of White Pine I looked over at you. You were wearing overalls from Rural King sitting passenger seat drinking a Dr. Pepper and looking out at Douglas Lake. It was about then that I came up with a great ice breaker, right off the bat - "Crystal", I said, "have you ever had any of that legendary Newport pussy?" You spewed Dr. Pepper on the dashboard. We had one of those rare belly laughs that released into the air the purest joy that saw us both completely happy and content. Then I woke up, just like the knight at arms in Keats' masterpiece, La Belle Dam Sans Merci.

To Love a Woman

To really love a woman you must pay a great toll in all liklihood for that initial joy. The "glory of the flower." Because it will not likely last. That fact, though, when weighed against the absolutely overwhelming intoxication of new love, is all but lost completely. Until, that is, it finally becomes time to pay up. Be generous. Pay the girl you used to know. Make her life easier. Women do not arise from the flames of divorce to he heights of men. Make the life of the woman or girl you used to know easier for her. Forgive. But remember: you have absolutely no obligation to ever speak to or see her again. T

This is a picture of me when I'm in love with a woman. I'm fully invested in matters of heat and heart. But then comes the wind and change brought on by our conflicting breezes, and the once fierce love becomes a longing to retro-fit, knowing well that it won't. So then comes sadness. There's never been a better word for it. It can't kill you unless you either let it or do it yourself. This too shall pass.

Cigarette Trees

Shockfactor Studios

DIIV Concert

How Strange These Days (Mid August through Mid October, 2026)

I wrote somewhere that I had an ominous feeling inside, and that something had been set loose to get me. It all began with Blackie. February 28 - March 1. His passing I won't discuss again. Then, Frank was gone. Judge Dugger banished me from his docket after that. And then began a brutal assault on my nervous system that continues as if it has no intention of leaving. And interspersed within this era was a visit from a witch and a sex worker needing salvation.

King Gizzard, et al. - Sleep Drifter

Looks Like What's Happened to Me

Though grotesque, this is the finest image I've ever captured. And it appeared at the perfect time, while I was, and still am, cursed with a thing I still don't quite understand. It is perfectly horrible.

"No more speed, I'm almost there" -- Radar Love by Golden Earring

Gary Nunan - Metal

Sweeping Promises - Hunger for a Way Out