lucky singer haiku

calla night

nacho & me

i'm not from here, i just live here

it's not a goodbye
if i'll see you next week
but you packed all your things
& you patched up the leak

you won't turn around
to see all you'll miss
the world spread ahead
so much more than you wished

you were the glue
that stuck us all here
but your lease is run thru
& we're melting with tears

your star will explode
into powdery light
wherever you go
will be that much more bright

public sevice announcement

grow it pick it pack a bowl n hit it

weak end

say nothing is right
until nothing is left
picking your fights
hoarding your best

full of hot air
watery eyes
clouded just stare
at the saturday skies

rider

dutch wonderland

dr. skippy & mrs. haha

peace haiku 17-22

if all of us are
bored why don't we do something
instead of nothing

you're not down & out
you've not yet begun to fight
we'll laugh at our fright

the more you can drink
the further you can get from
making a difference

why worry about
war when there's so much goddamned
wardrobe going on

you'll live forever
sing your legacy until
there is no more dust

it's never too late
when somebody believes it
could possibly work

jiggety jig

i only got around to taking 30 photos this whole weekend at high sierra and half of them are of a collapsing human pyramid, but the festival was better than i thought it would be and i thought it would be incredible

(campa barbara)


(toubab krewe)



364 days til hsmf '07!

and happy independence day - none of us is free, if one of us is chained, none of us is free.

(a few more high sierra pictures here)