indendiary w;t

Rock ‘N’ Roll High School—The Ramones I...

Thu, 27 Oct 2011 01:26:53 -0400

Rock ‘N’ Roll High School—The Ramones

I don’t care about history

‘Cause that’s not where I wanna be!

Tomorrow is 80s day for the juniors and what I want more than anything is to be a junior and to have...

Wed, 26 Oct 2011 22:28:00 -0400

Tomorrow is 80s day for the juniors and what I want more than anything is to be a junior and to have a skinny junior friend who would be the Linnell to my Flans. But no. It can never be.

Fuck it, tomorrow is Punk Day for sophomores. I’m gonna Ramone it up.

On the bright side, this doodle page has come along swimmingly.

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 03:51:00 -0400

On the bright side, this doodle page has come along swimmingly.

I’m not sure why I find this so amusing, but lololol.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 17:00:00 -0400

I’m not sure why I find this so amusing, but lololol.

Somebody stole my backpack with my laptop and my dinosaur sweater in it. I’m not sure which...

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 23:51:04 -0400

Somebody stole my backpack with my laptop and my dinosaur sweater in it. I’m not sure which I’m more upset about.

"You know, if other people did to you what you do to yourself, they could be put in jail."

Wed, 24 Aug 2011 04:04:34 -0400

“You know, if other people did to you what you do to yourself, they could be put in jail.”

- Paul, Company

And some people think we live in a post-racial society…

Sat, 13 Aug 2011 00:11:00 -0400

And some people think we live in a post-racial society…

Fun Home always reminds me of how little I actually know about literature.

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 19:26:00 -0400

Fun Home always reminds me of how little I actually know about literature.

Where Did It Go?

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 04:16:04 -0400

Excuse me, Sir,

Or Madam, dear,

Perhaps you’ve seen

My brain near here?

It escaped last night

Twas a tool quite rare.

But now there’s no sign

It was ever there.

Christmas eve at my grandmother’s involves boredom, which...

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 07:19:10 -0400

Christmas eve at my grandmother’s involves boredom, which apparently involves taking photos.

There once was a hawk Who uttered one “SQUAWK” Before falling through the sky Onto...

Fri, 08 Jul 2011 19:46:58 -0400

There once was a hawk

Who uttered one “SQUAWK”

Before falling through the sky

Onto the sidewalk.

I’d tip my hat to you If I had one so I would. I’m a gentleman in that sense I try to do...

Fri, 08 Jul 2011 16:37:00 -0400

I’d tip my hat to you

If I had one so I would.

I’m a gentleman in that sense

I try to do what I should.

I forgot about these, but basically, I did this thing for a...

Sat, 25 Jun 2011 19:15:06 -0400

I forgot about these, but basically, I did this thing for a while where I burned post-it notes into random shapes and drew on them if I had could see something in them. I actually think it was kind of a cool idea, but then the housecleaners threw them away, and they’re gone, and Mom sort of banned me from doing it because it would be bad to burn down the house…

But I thought I’d share these with you, since it’s basically the most creative thing I did last year.

Dirt Monster

Sat, 25 Jun 2011 04:24:00 -0400

He left it tied.

That night, last night, just hours ago, I saw how he loosened it, so when he left

i knew he’d leave, they all do, they always do

when he left he could leave quickly. But in his rush that morning, this morning, just minutes ago, he forgot it thrown on the floor, wrapped around the couch legs. He forgot it as he snuck out to his red Mercedes, as he practiced his excuse in his head, as he smelled his breath and checked his glove compartment for a toothbrush.

I knew he wasn’t different. I could see it, feel it, forgot it as he kissed my neck. I could tell he was like all the others, but it didn’t matter when he held me.

I wondered how often he wore it. It was covered in dirt marks, faint fingerprints, like he played “dirt monster” with his kids in the yard before rushing to work, and, hands still dusty, grabbed the first tie he saw.

It seemed clean otherwise, stiff, almost brand-new. It seemed like the sort of thing his brother-in-law gave him as a hasty Christmas gift. The sort of gift you give someone you couldn’t care less about and only speak to because he is “family.” I wondered if he acted thankful (“I needed a new tie! Gosh, how’d you know? Yeah, it’s perfect, no, I love stripes, really. Thank you!”) before stuffing it into his closet and never acknowledging it again until yesterday morning.

It isn’t an ugly tie. Just simple. Striped.

I was curious to try it on, but fearful, as though some sort of alchemy could occur, bringing it to life and it would strangle me. I feared it would bite me like a snake, a poisonous, striped snake, and I have too much to do today to die yet.

He will go home and play games in the dirt with his children, he will compliment his wife’s cooking (“Hon, that smells delicious.”), he will pay his bills and memorize lines to his life, The Musical.

He will forget to tell his wife about that late-night stroll down Polk street where he picked up the finest piece of underage ass he will ever have, and he will have a shitload of it. He will use stress as an excuse for his impotence instead of telling his wife that her tits just don’t do it for him anymore. He’ll wear ties of one solid color, and forget the striped beast he left wrapped around the couch legs waiting to pounce.

A ridiculous drawing done for the purposes of cheering up a...

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 22:51:00 -0400

A ridiculous drawing done for the purposes of cheering up a friend. But this is around when I decided unicorns are fun to draw.

I drew this during spring break while watching Bill and Ted. I...

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 22:23:00 -0400

I drew this during spring break while watching Bill and Ted. I tend to draw the most during TV shows and movies.

What I do when I watch Chicago.

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 21:57:00 -0400

What I do when I watch Chicago.