Sills

My Impending Doom:

u p d a t e s

My body sores me.

scours like:

"This ain't a tissue in a paper mill, hon. We got shit to do."

and if it weren't for rock music
I'd never put my shoes on.

we're of that
barefoot-don't-give-me-shit
Generation.

nowhere near richer
but
when the snow settles
we'll have mountains
leading mountains

and i could talk about the city as though she were bleeding
or crying
or living

it's all inclement.

Dive-bar debutantes
We rave over
raising something from nothing.


Genuine haberdashery
coated wings in wax. free standing mantel monuments.
In it; we all pose


& layer & curl by heat pipes
& cavities.

and when Autumn rears Winter
it is a cold Birth.

New one: ehhh

matching blood types
like paired red wine.

If we O’ed over
and the points between A and B equaled
plus signs,
we’d somehow be a match

lamb/lion/rain

i feel like all i can do is sigh. but, i'm winded.





keep a line open.
if the ravaged revenged... oh my.
you talk about building-house.
or

i figure you for the, wade by the moontides.

that dissipates

so
when the earth moves
and you recede
i'll have already known.

and like brooklyn, it'll be just mine.

Wigga-what?

Click on "Wigga-what?" above. download. and enjoy!

I dunno, I'd say close to a year ago, M. and I decided to make a children's book.
we didn't get very far. He illustrated, with my creative input, and I wrote, with his input as well.

The story has been lost to a notebook somewhere in the abyss of my parents house, however, the drawings were salvaged and coated in.... wax?? (art school)

With M's excellent Adobe Illustrator skills he recreated the few images that we had started.

The link sends you to a page where you can printout a black and white version of the characters, Mr. & Mrs. Wiggins, as well as their submarine, "something 5 million" (neither the he nor i could remember the name of it) and color it in as you wish.

Hopefully we can do a "who-colored-it-best" contest, when enough people have participated.

The Wiggins book is in full effect and we are working on having an issue out by this fall.

Artwork and Story Conceptualized and Produced by: Miguel Diaz and Claire Dickinson

easy now.

its been a while. wow. time flies when you date your life by blog posts.

eesh.

new one: not done. let me know what you think.

For the out-of-towner

lying.

belly down.

feet dangling like bait

on fishing

and electric lines.

a harpsichord serenades: If Not For You

notes rain on concrete

we have melody for days.

Jailbird.

I see you flutter like

this wind's got runnin' shoes on

we got miles till the sea.

or a meeting ground

somewhere between

limbo and lush

2.14.08

9:27am
Realization of the Day :: I like my coffee with 2 and a half sugars.

10:32am
2nd Realization of the Day :: I want to have what they have...



I often believe that Chipper, my bosses partner sometimes, hates me.
I won't delve into the dirty details. They are seemingly futile.

Today. Being the most popular hallmark-fabricated-holiday, he handed me a box of chocolates and wished me a happy valentines day. I assume he only really caters/likes/deals with me on holidays. Which i'm fine with... chocolates... christmas bonuses... whole foods gift cards... all good in my book.

chocolate:

So amazing, right? Oh, it's not over.
I open up the box to find the chocolate is surrounded by
small balls of chocolate. OH THE GLORY!

Spectacular chain of events!

updates later i'm sure.

FedMess

I just can't win with package delivery companies.

FedMess lies. A lot.
The big-guy expects that I had a handle on everything a month into working, while moving.
I did what I could.
Sorry that I didn't draw the line and walk it for you.

[sigh]

I hate this shit.