"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo."

20th birthday was possibly the best of my life
Bonnaroo was an awesome experience
I love every one of my friends, and I wish everyone was blessed enough to meet them
Lord of the Rings rules.
Yes, I am a complete bum and i feel very guilty about it.


"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo." is a grammatically correct sentence used as an example of how homonyms and homophones can be used to create complicated constructs.
12" x 15"

inspired by Jordan Buckley, insanity, and good tattoos.

Out of all my lines and hours, my least favorite is the super bold ugly Hancock

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Thirteen ways of looking at nonsense

Above my clouded thoughts, the sun attempts to smile.
A dancing breeze serves to quench,
(see Egyptians; Nile)
as I sit along this wooden bench
-waiting for love to find me.

See, I'm a big man now, growing taller by the day,
and I can't fall victim to lonesome's say.
I shoo the birds, chirping away,
can't they see I'm waiting today?

A girl, fine and pretty, sits down beside me,
praising the sunfilled day.
Shoo I say, and she too chirps away
Can't she see I'm waiting for love today?
shoo, I cry, shoo, go away!

Above my weathered thoughts, the moon attempts to hope
a rain of daggers serve to drench,
(see Juliet; elope)
as I sit along this rotten bench
-waiting for love to find me.

See, I'm an old man now, breaths shorter every day,
and I've fallen victim to my own dismay,
I shoo the leaves, withering away,
can't they see I'm waiting today?

A woman, fine and pretty, sits down beside me,
praising the beauty of storms today,
Shoo I say, and she too withers away
Can't she see I'm waiting for love today?
Shoo, I weep, shoo, go away!

(King is an hour glass of blood. xxtreme.)

Title is in regard of thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird by Wallace Stevens, of which I highly suggest if you're bored and have some pennies of thought to spare.

Life has been hectic in the past few weeks to say the least, and I'm currently trying to balance life, school, and some hobbies. I could write a thousand meaningful words right now, and still not make a point. That's what I'm trying to fix.

You know when you listen to a song, a movie, or just anybody and it strikes you as oddly personal? Those times somebody next to you is talking to their friend but it feels as if they were talking to you? I was driving to school about two weeks ago, listening to the radio, and a guy was talking about how his dad had asked him "so what did you do for yourself today?" when he was focused more on work than living.

That same day, a girl in my English class came to class in her torn canvas shoes. I asked her where she had been last class, and she said it had been too nice of a day to sit inside. So what did she do? Stood outside and blew bubbles.

Yesterday was a perfect day so I skipped school to climb trees. The fact I found the best climbing tree I've seen in a long time coupled with the muddy grin of Spartacus made every second of not sitting on a computer worth it.

Ever since, I have asked myself the same question before I've gone to bed. It's not a selfish question, you need that sort of mental comfort to spread joy into everybody else's life. This is my new mission, going to bed with at least one clear moment of a blissfully personal moment. Whether you do this by helping a stranger, skipping a class to blow bubbles, or climbing trees, it doesn't matter. Life's short, take every second by the horns and gallop to the end, possibly attempting to not structure expressions as lame as that one. What I'm trying to ask is, what have you done for yourself today?

A princess young, and a queen old. My 80 dollar digital camera can't really illustrate color too well, but I suppose it's the gist of it. I could list a bunch of excuses as to how it came out and why its slightly unfinished, but that wouldn't get me further than a three legged horse on a zip line.

You're correct, that made no sense.

A homework assignment that was difficult, but fun nonetheless. We had to do all uppercase, and Fraktur is a germanic display font. So instead of the letters looking like the raktur they were all on "ye olde acid"

What's the difference between the walkers and the sleepers?

Today I sat amongst a crowd of 300, and I realized I didn't actually have anybody to sit next to. I thought it was kind of funny in an ironic sort of way. So in turn, I went home and read, cherishing the fact everyone of those 300 people lived in their own ridiculous head just as I.

Here is what I have been working on the past few weeks, as I get closer and closer to selling out my art

First typography assignment- create a monogram using a set font (Arrighi) and your initials.

2nd assignment- figure/ground.

3rd assignment- Made words out of random marks and stamps

Here is a sketch for Christy's dad who wanted a tattoo, it's not a final product by any means, just the beginning of an idea.

SO! That is all that is going on in my life, I'm working my ass off on this next type assignment and I'm excited with the results. Also drawing something original and unprescribed!

Everybody have a great spring break, and if you don't have a break look at the clouds for a moment and find their secrets.

I send this message with the swiftest of my platipi

Copied and Pasted from my facebook note, this is for those of you that still haven't convert to facebookies.

Dear reader, this is my wall. (skip to the bottom if you are antsy for my request)

It is bare, it is empty, and it is very sad. The only thing that this wall stands for day and night are two beautiful canvases of appreciation and acknowledgment.

This painting was stolen from the Dallas Museum of Art. As you can see, Christy Camp is a fine example of the impressionist era. Painting the essence of each being, with thick paint strokes and exemplary understanding of color habits.

Here stands two pandas, proud, a painting by Alexis Carey. I recieved this 3 or 4 years ago, after many a travel and many an acquaintance. There was already a nail in the wall when I moved in, and thus it stands proudly at the top of the room.

My wall stands tall as a luscious tree, and these fruit are forever ripe, never to fall. Alas, here comes my task to you. I wish to improve my skills at watercolors, and the only way to do so is through practice. Here is my first painting -

It was a project I had in November, and of course I started the watercolors the night before it was due (the outline was done earlier). Bad idea, i painted for like 10 hours and I had no idea what I was doing. Anyway, here is what I ask of all of you!

Purchase a small canvas and some cheap acrylic or oil paints, and let the creative horn of the narwhal within your head bloom forth! Paint a mountain, paint a pufferfish popsicle, paint whatever! Just have a good time! There are no limits, glue the head of a reindeer onto it if you feel it necessary! All I ask is you put in a little effort and have some fun.

Next time you find yourself sitting in front of the tv, turn it off and paint! In exchange for your small painting, I will paint you something too! 40 years from now I will have your painting on a wall, and your spirit will reside in my home no matter where in the world you are, never to be forgotten. I need to fill this wall, and you need to help me!

Think of them as large, creative pokemon cards. We can trade and you will rarely be disappointed. This is exclusive to nobody, so tell all your friends and have a painting party!

The only rule- no stick figures.

P.S. I had to make like 309284 notes because of a tag limit, if anyone has any suggestions on a better way to massively send this I'd love you. Sorry if I tagged you 543u times or not at all because I thought I already had.