moment of truth

"dont even feel like drinkin' or even gettin high, 'cause all that's gonna do really is accelerate the anxieties that i wish i could alleviate."

-guru, gangstarr

monday april 3rd


it's been a little bit since i got ill mail, then catchoper hooked me up twice in two days, respek!


wreck issue#11 in effect



shit that i eat that i'm reluctant to be too stoked on: hella pasta with hella-yeast... no greens no protein... trife, but delish...


jimbo on some illegal lunch type shit


found




jimbo....





and in the golden hour...



theres no justice, it's just us.


meach hooked me up with some pad thai mix, psyched


meanwhile on corydon...



tuesday april 4th


meach came over and she took me around to ill places she knew to shoot photos. thanks yo! art type film photos coming sometime...












there were lots of drawings and scrapbooks, they reminded me of that henry darger bro, i gots ta get that documentary, if anyone knows the name of it, message me...








altona mall




then meach took me canooing on a field in a popped canoe






dins with the blizzard




wednesday april 5th


early to rise... off to north dakota with ty-ty and bednash






drawing parallels



conducting international trade....


pron


taco villa again, they thought they'd throw a couple shreds on there for me...


but the inside was legit




bednash was on some "fuck eating out of baskets" type shit...







borderguard: those your vans???
tyler: yeah.
borderguard: those vans aren't cool man.
tyler: in utter shock...

decide for yourself...


a coupe kilometres from the city, a deer hit the fuck out of bednash's van, so i had to turn back and pick him up. he was understandeably shaken up... deers are hella-big...




thrusday april 6th


orientation for spring cleanup, i usually dont catch the sunrise golden hour, so i was psyched...




i aint tryin' to cover it up... i hate sports... training kids to be competitive is some neoliberal alterior motive shit...


psyched...


good name... R.I.P.




james and i went to the bakery 'cause he wanted a muffin


and this lovely young lady was there. thanks meg!

ownership is obscenity

"no man has any right to buy or sell the earth for private gain"

-billy bragg

major broment this morning




later'd



the freeze


two dads


jimbo can get ill on anything he wants


trees only know how to do one thing, be trees. city hall isn't giving them the benefit of the doubt though, so they thought they'd throw in some reinforcements...




samuel klassen, did several tricks for fun that would be enders in peoples parts...


i took jamies fresh whip for a roost before...


the older lambro's cover party, congrats colin on getting the cover of SBC this month.


epicly shaven


cory's looking ill lately, not to mention his lovely lady


after party blorgfest


solo broment



the aforementioned whip










a discarded hand sewn quilt. i was having a pretty lame day today, not to get too whimpy but i was generally very annoyed when some ass-butt started flexing on his private property, so i said some regreteable things to him. i had a flat on my own whip, so i had to walk home (jamie walked halfway with me, thanks bro!) then this quilt was looking like it could sympathise...


hate was floating around...



but then under the norwood bridge the get up crew was fuly going off. that cheered me right on up.






ty saw me walkin my bike and he picked me up. jimbo showed me some graff he'd scoped a while ago, its been there since august...

"i'll kick your christ-fucking ass"

i was hella annoyed at this point so i chilled the fuck out at home and finished a drawing i was workin on for kent... someone please teach me how to tattoo...