Carrying the Load, 8"×10", pen and ink on mat board

Delicate Earth, 9"×12", pen and ink on mat board

Let the Ides of March bring prophetic visions and a clearing of the air to all that need it.

My dog Geordi stompin all over ice. #dogs #Dallas ##icepocalypse

The condensation builds, then freezes, all while the cohesion that binds us withers. Ice melts eventually. The instinct to survive dies when no one is left.

Taoist triptych #1

Why are PT Anderson and Darren Aronofsky worshipping Tarantino with their newest films? Did they discuss doing this? Are they all into feet? They in a feet gang? Weird choices.

Paperbacks from Hell version of Weapons

Bedside Book Mountain

Perception in reverse, Lies paraded as truth, The media we digest constantly has gone sour. Who are we supposed to think are the real enemy? The ones being slaughtered incessantly, every day, in lines for food, starving to death are who you want me to hate? We will never believe you ever again.

The big beautiful bonfire.

How is the condemnation of a tyrannical military force conflated with the hatred of a religion?! It doesn't make any fucking sense!

Dreams of a better future as the looming terror of genocide denial permeates completely. A test? One that we will surely fail and then break, as a whole, into the parts. To be human is to want humanity to continue. To be demon is to want humanity to end. When will this test end?

When I was 9 years old my family took a trip to Del Rio Texas, on border of Texas and Mexico, to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins. They lived on the US Air Force base there. My uncle was a career military man.

Death looms over everything we do while alive. Being alive is a better thing to focus on. It can conquer all efforts of grief and violence to keep us morbid. Grief has put a seed of doubt into me where I obsess over the thought of non existence.

Rydra Wong rules.

Existing in between particles. Consciousness projected into a micro reality. We discover new states of matter. Where everything is connected into one infinite mass. Where time and space are malleable. All information is accessed here. The secrets of reality have been unveiled.

Israel is Rudolf Höss's house next to Auschwitz.

a few kind listeners who work in bookshops/places that tolerate flyers asked if there's something they can print out and put up to promote the show. The result is below. I would really appreciate anyone who felt like doing this but no pressure at all, ofc. (yes, this is my big year three promo push)

God Emperor of Dune was pretty good. Probably my favorite of the four Dune books I've read. Probably the only four I'll read. There were a surprising amount of dick jokes. They all felt very necessary. While reading, you are wondering, how does he pee? And does he have junk? Herbert knew.

As a child, after learning about the outer space, I would imagine, obsess over the size of the universe. It was troubling. I needed to know what was on the other side of everything. No one could give an answer. Contemporary science unveiling more and more explanations is most welcoming.

There were a few buildings left standing.

Happy Vernal Equinox

Brian Eno is relevance, a hero to us, and the model human. An elder in touch with reality and not lost in the sauce. We're lucky to have him.

We can freeze light.

James Harrison, a blood donor famed for having saved the lives of more than 2 MILLION babies, has died. Harrison’s plasma contained a rare antibody known as Anti-D which was used to manufacture a medication given to expectant mothers. Harrison donated plasma every two weeks from age 18-81

This film for best documentary please. Perhaps in another world, at another time but this would be tremendous. Free Palestine forever.

GWB Jr came into my work. Lots of security detail with earpieces. W just strolling around in a t shirt and shorts, being sweaty. He walks towards me and I'm staring, it was surreal. I asked him, "Hot enough for ya?" "Better than bein cold," he responded. He loves the hellscape he helped create.

Desert Papi

Valentine's Day was the worst ever this year. Had to deal with a locksmith that had all the markings of a classic serial killer. Talked too much. Kept my wife and I hostage with his stories of self-aggrandizement for over 30 minutes. Very vampiric. I kept trying to think of how to get out of it.

I think we have mostly lumped David Cronenberg into a passive category and haven't considered this enough. BODY HORROR MAN. Watched Maps to the Stars, Crimes of the Future, Naked Lunch, all recently. He's one of the all time greats. Really looking forward to his new one coming out soon.

Crimes of the Future is a film the I enjoyed a lot. Was sleeping on it. Not sure why. Cronenberg is still doing great work. Impressive.

The Italian marble wizard in The Brutalist. Worth the price of admission for that alone.

Crash by Ballard is the horniest novel I've ever read and might ever read. Within that extreme horniness might lie the secrets of the universe. Some sort of dark magic went into its construction.

One of my most favorite releases I've ever put out. Music to dive inside your own mind until you're a speck of matter shrinking infinitely. orphicpriest.bandcamp.com/album/periapt

Scavenging through this life looking to cure my fear of death.

Absolution by Jeff Vandermeer could be my favorite of all the Southern Reach books. Almost done with it. I love how freaked out and freaky it is. Tripped out factors are at 100%. Very frightening in unconventional ways. Old Jim is a great character. Nature as the antagonist and the redeemer.

Almost odd trying to frame the mourning of a phenomenal artist whose work was partially distinguished by mastery of brutal fear, unlike and above anyone else in moving images. Only one facet of his work, of course, but he had total command of the destabilising, chemical experience of witnessing evil

I know there were lots of shorts after but that last episode of The Return is surely one of the hardest final major works ever. It's incredible the whole season exists ofc but that hour is recapper proof, youtuber fantheory proof, merch proof, nostalgia proof. I think about it all the time.

I saw The Elephant Man as a child and it terrified me. I couldn't stop rewatching it. Everytime it came on. It mesmerized me. It taught me to be a human. To not be cruel. To not judge people by outer stuff. Only the inner stuff.

This is going to be the most case of 'I never liked that guy' ever in the history of cancels.

Reading Jeff Vandermeer's Absolution for the first time and like the other Southern Reach novels, it is a seemingly normal story where everything is like the plot of a dream. Deceptively comprehensible.

Moved into our new place. It's nicer than our previous hovel. Gonna make it a weird factory.

A cave dwelling hermit.

Alchemy is in at the moment.