NOTHING LIKE A FULL TANK OR A CLEAN PAIR OF SOCKS

http://www.newyorkgasprices.com/index.aspx?fuel=D

Ye-ow! Matt has salt and vinegar mouth, doody-doody-doo! Yew-hoo-oo-oo. Salt and viyen-eger. And lemonheads too.

BREAKFAST AFTER FOUR CHRISTMASES

Richard Branson of Virgin Atlantic and
a lesser known Martin Dailey
VP of Boeing
posed for photos two days ago as
they were responsible for the first
mixed bio fueled jumbo jet flight.
I am unsure if either of them were aboard, from
Heathrow Airport London to Amsterdam,
but it is exciting some.

I can imagine proper
there will be blood
kind of men to think
such ideas being born on an
evil henchman's island.

Imagine a hundred years ago
this was the idea of Rudolf Diesel.
An industrial Mahatma Ghandi could be said.



Mahatma Ghandi, here being a substitute for Humanism, if you will.

Richard Branson, nor Martin Dailey
attempt to come close to either party aforementioned
... but I appreciate sincerely this dialogue.


This is not their image, but click away to read
what the Times reported yesterday.

In this ghetto of free opinion, please do not forget
He mentions algae. Awesome.

EAGLE O DISTINCTION BAT O EXTINCTION

These past few weeks have proved quite difficult.
So damned tough. So it goes and so wonderful
Devon, Kenya, Simon and Brad & Jackie have been too

So until last night I have been working
such late nights with Donald M. Sheridan.

He is a master printer, he has been my ace.
He has been an incredible hand to fall into.

The work I made has been shown
in Performed Identity.
A group show that had opened last night,
at Kathleen Cullen
curated by Scenic

So rad.









Ghosts in the crystal mirror and the machine and the late night
of the print studio, as well the radio and the bible.

TAR HELD ROAD

A couple nights ago
I had a wonderful day
My lady had a wonderful day I had a wonderful night
but together we hadnt the same some kind of wonderful...
shit when I paint my masterpiece...
we had some form of a misunderstanding,
in the midst my truck broke down,
we needed to move it ,
my Mercedes was all that was available.
shit again.
as we did so
the tow cable slipt and grabbed the bumper
and moved the rear bumber
from the city to the farm.
seriously shit.
the truth is I found it funny but because we had been in it
I didnt laugh the way I should have.
I mean shit, she drove off with my bumper, it was
pretty funny even when the noise of it all was real horror show.
man I do love that woman

IS THAT MY PLACE ON THE AMERICAN FLAG

There are another group of artists whom I admire, but not intending to copy.
We have fifty states of freedom here and my truck can only travel roughly three
cause the truth is my freedom is expensive on diesel store bought. So I internet surf when the waves are small. The other group, not the 62, is Gelitin. Awesome. this is their Zapf de Pipi



This is my Zapf Dingbat. Frozen Vegetable Oil out the ass of my truck, better known as the bed.











Okay and this is where Justin asked me to transport some tanks for to weld, awesome again.
if we had been anywhere else (Not America) this may not have been able to take place so said the police. Under the radar. Above the Law.

SELF CONTAINED

Now we got so much to fucking do.
Damn.

CONTAINED

THE ROAD WARRIOR'S DINER