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I've noothing really to post, I'm doing this out of boredom and unwillingness to move. Today I shoveled rock infested dirt aaround a house foundation of a family friend that I occasionally assist, because he is old and has money. I missed a memorable shot of a foggy sunrise on the trip towards to the site which sparked in my wee mind that this day would be off in a way I wouldn't know. And so it was, I inevitably became a dirty, sweaty, ponytailed, dirtman (which made getting lunch a bit of fun I must admit). Alas, the day exhausted me, so here I am. Glory! I neeeeeeeed a job my friend. I did get a japanese text art/bible for my favorite game today in the mail, which is exciting, though I can only read a handlefull of words in the entire book. But, it is only in Japanese, no english version, so I care very little. It shall entertain occasionally, at best. I also received my credit card bill..... why did I have to buy that bloody gameboy? I have little income, yet I spend, what a fool I am. Heh.

I'm out of things to say for now, not that any of the above was worth saying but alas it is writin, so it shall be shown. And since I'm (less than) speechless, allow me to show you a few things, various things, things of grandeur and pointlessness "Things" is an amazing word.


Compliments of Poverty Bay Coffee.


Joe Lloyd the benevolent.

Possibly the most outstanding look the runway has ever seen for men.
My utmost favorite musician, Devendra Banhart. For sure.

I just love this photo too much, simply look at Chris's swagger. Thanks to Lucy and Josh for pirate night.

Edward Gorey's finest.

The Aurora Borealis.

Sigh.......

And in ending, here are some lyrics by Mr. Tom waits.......

The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before

(Chorus)
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

Running through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

Ta.