Monday, May 24, 2010

SAMO



Still of Basquiat writing graffiti from the film Downtown 81, 1981. If you haven't seen it yet, shame on your face.

Stee zy




He says he's jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He's jealous of the sun, because it warms you. He says, "I feel you, even when I'm not feeling you. I talk to you when I'm not talking to you. I love you, even when I'm not loving you."... -JMB

Friday, May 21, 2010

Shaman sunset



Joyce Kim NY

Let me tell you something..




This is how I feel when I talk to most of the men in my life..

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Gonzoism



Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. A normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right. This is to let him know you're pulling off for a proper place to talk. It will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn at speed, but you will be ready for it. -Raoul Duke (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas)

Friday, May 14, 2010

They got it now Robbie



Anyone that said drugs kill were right. Neil is killing it HARD here. Cheers to the Last Waltz!

Indians

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio...



Nothing is more wonderful then watching the uncomfortable joust between Benjamin Braddock and Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. "...Did you know that I was an alchoholic?" I have yet to find a movie better then this.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Every Last Drop




"Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool."
— Charles Bukowski (Women: A Novel)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don’t hate nothing at all Except hatred..
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.

Monday, May 10, 2010