BLUE COUP D’ETAT

Edited a series of webisodes recently called MEN WITH CRAMPS, another project directed by Kirt Gunn and shot by Steve Yedlin
check ‘em out at menwithcramps.com
Funny stuff and had a lot of fun working on them
Pete McCoubrey from the wormseye crew edited them as well

posted a bunch of phone photos in the photo section

home of good times and chebihentai’s arch enemy, she who will remain unnamed

is that the finger that you practiced the golden finger technique with?

Its 9am, just wrote some people to tell ‘em how much I love ‘em, been up all night, a little drunk, don’t want to sleep too much. Took a shit a couple of minutes ago, my roommate’s boyfriend just went in, hopefully he smells it. My cat is such a spaz, she’s running around attacking everything. Now I sleep.

Writing right now and stopping
plastered ideas
flat and wrinkled
cling tight to my cheeks and forehead
shrinking me and slowing the fast to faster and over
too long and more to come because I can’t finish
that’s for games and races

A DREAM POEM–
I saw the cracks in the make up at the edge of her face
applied to hide the slight blemishes that I love so much.
Wipe it off
my wet hand reveals the warm pale beneath the cold powder
her eyes never leave my face
I exist without a hand, without a face, without a body
all is reflection
all clean without mask or scar
skin without definition
a moment that aspires to itself

How easily things slip from my grasp, I often wonder how I can hold anything.

Easy to let go, filled with indifference.

What’s hard is later, what’s hard is the realization of loss, what’s hard is regret, placid regret and longing for passion that is barred from the likes of me.

Oh it isn’t true, the passion could be mine if I wasn’t afraid of being consumed by it, of humiliating myself, of overcoming humiliation and other social discomforts . . . .

DAVI
SINKS
BELOW
THE
TABLE
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SANTE
WATCHES
IN
HORROR
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REMOTE
CONTROL
GIRL
A
BIG
GLASS
OF
BEER
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OH
NO
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COMPLETE
DISDAIN
OR
FUNNY
FACE
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poor baby

This is serious
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present
to
you
(after much reflection, contemplation, and many beers)
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THE
AMAZING
FANTASTIC
OVERWHELMING
(in fact it kind of makes me giddy with excitement as my face contorts to such cartoonish dimensions)
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quiet
clouds
sailing
in the night
trees made of shadow
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moon
and
glass bottles
on fences
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in front of my brother’s house

I saw a pretty girl on the subway tonight and it made me so sad. She had smooth gold skin and soft hands, her eyes were bright with wonder as she watched the Italian magician with the dummy strapped to his back do card tricks and make floating flowers out of napkins. I was sad because I’d never meet her, never have that kind gaze turned towards me, never know the sound of her laughter. . . My friend once asked me “you can believe in the possibility, can’t you?”–that’s the root of my problem, belief or rather faith in the possibility that somebody could fall for a mug like me. The thoughts that you feed yourself are the reality that finds you, never quite the way you expect but in some way the connections are always there. Its just not immeadiate and its not like buying something, I can’t just say she’s beautiful, she has soft hands, wrap her up and put her in a box to take home or maybe it is that simple, it is for some; of course they risk an awful lot of rejection.