crinkle crinkle lil shirt

song of the dhey

Happy Humpday kooks


what a nice sound this gal has

chicken necks


Yesterday Adam and I went for a fantastic hike through mystery mountain. 5 seconds into the hike he saw a nice rock and said "hey what a nice rock" after picking it up. "A nice, classic rock" he said at the classic rock then threw it and it landed in a beautiful classic stance.

I'm either developing dyslexia or chrome's default translator is translating English to terrible English.

Either way it's pretty sad round these parts.

 In other news, I'm still a very talented craftsperson. And still down for a good laugh. 40% crying 40% laughing 20% regular face.

 Bye bye Mark Goffin, you super cool guy.
 Bye bye Agostino, you sweet old crab.


I used to do drugs, I still do, but I used to too


hi guy

Tuesday morning cabbage-fest.

He who protested it, foam-crested it. He who revealed it, peeled it. He who quipped it, ripped it. He who decoyed it, deployed it. He who unearthed it, birthed it. He who sensed it, dispensed it. He who squeaked it, cheeked it. He who blurted it, squirted it. He who rebuked it, nuked it.





I've seen many good bands this week, most of which are from Toronto.

my favourite was seeing these guys last night. I was floored during the whole performance. good god

these guys last night too. super tight and super nice.

peeped Ken Aldcroft and pals last weekend and had an amazing night. I was the only person in the crowd, but the band was peached enough to play a full set anyways. i cried a little bit near the end

these kooks are french. lead singer is mesmerizing in person. at one point she hopped off stage into the crowd, facing the stage, started pacing backwards really slowly, then bent over backwards and peered into my soul with the creepiest husky eyeballs and screeched something about being "right behind you" and my face got cold with the jeebies.

Weaves also from Toronto. I don't remember this amount of quality music coming out of Toronto while living there the fuck. Also their guitar player used to talk me to sleep after a long day of hotboxing that pile of chairs behind my highschool on The Morgan Waters show. Now he's got a great show called The Amazing Gayl Pile.



everyone needs friends

a boys name is shut up. his teacher asked him his name and he said "shut up" OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH

check this bogosity; famous people turning into crack for the masses once again

this natron shit really works

adam showed me this show called The Foundation and Paul Spence is in it and his performance is solidifying my love even beyond the melt of this performance I can't contain myself really

remember when he was chilling with his kid on the stoop of our Dep and I didn't go up to him fuck i'll regret that till the day I go up to him at a different Dep



yeah cliff, it's working

veered off a little bit there

qotsa break it's kewl

moist break it's kewl


Been perusing Ipecac's current band family




i'm revisting Xavier: Renegade Angel and it's still the best show in the universe

"here's why i never take off my shirt when we go sweeming"

ready for a sax solo





just relax


you got it pontiac

hi canadas. nice to be back yes. u.s. customs 4 lyfe.


here are some misleading photos from our time in Bebbel's studio during the last month and a half

 timmi having a meltdown just kidding he's feeling feelings.

barbie helped!!

what a gay ol' time