no more good times 'er i crave

here, there are a thousand empty homes, like chests hollow and without a heart. a corpse in the field as the world turns it's gaze. new orleans.

being truly alive is being close to death

well, here i am. i havent the chance to do any blogging and for that i am sorry. my life/death style is hectic and broke. it dawned on me lately that libraries may be where i should go to when i am in a town of reasonable size.. i lost the VAST magority of my photos whilst changing out my sd cad on a train in new mexico.. here is a few of my favorites from what i have taken after that mishap...

black metal elitist alamo.  

i did a little painting of a three headed bird on a burned spray paint can in san antonio