I couldn't stand another hour of daylight

Hi.





I knowwwww this wooooorld is kill-ling you
my aim is true

Sunday morning, 12:22 AM

Soo

the magnetic je ne sais quoi

In the shop

I'm as dashing as a flash in the pan

Truth is, and here's photographic proof, everything is the same size. These sky-high trees are just brain neurons.

things that are under microcopic and through telescopes, could be the same things sometimes. You can never tell when something is infinitely small or infinitely big.

The word is equicosmophotoproportionalis

nah, it ain't.

Silhouettes in the factory

Bruce and the spectacular view

Heavy snow covers on-tari-oh

All jewelry made from recycled piano parts. Real smoke-and-sun-stained ivory. My trees are most famous, 7 sold.

You can still buy a set of fresh (harvested pre-1986 i think) ivory key tops for about 2000$ USD.

We are worldly, take II

It's your birthday. Don't break your face. like SOME people.

your pen-pal,

sar

the early music room

Music to decorate time

Thanks for your chump change and carefully crumpled bills. We raised 1100$. More than I could have imagined. Couldn't have gone better. One more time for old time's sake yea?

Brother Drew

Press Release

raise my funds

first day of school. hey hey hey.
school is fun. hey hey hey.
I want to live. in a fact-O-ree.
work for Steinway. hey hey hey.
immigration is not so easy.
pleeeeeeeeeease. pick me.

It's a song for being in love and it's snowing in a park in New York

That hurt my feelings, you dick

Textile and lumber or how I spent my holiday

Old cruddy movie theater chairs restored. Purple velvety fabric, Dark streaky exotic Wenge wood.

Seems the dust produced from sanding Wenge is maybe a little bit toxic. It is well known in many parts of the world because the bark of several species is ground into a powder to numb fish for harvest.

Dismantling the pair was more or less the chipping off of gum and shaking out of rice from crevasses. Stripping, priming and painting was harsh on account of lack of ventilation, and the stinkin' cold.

But the worst was the fabric. Mystery dust exploding outwards with every stitch unseamed and the hot steam of my iron releasing 20 years worth of back sweat. Felt like I was releasing an egyptian curse... ancient stink curse.

guess it was worth it.

squaaaaaare

swoosh

Prototype

Dirty rat fink

Prepare the chair for repair

sloppy synapses

'guini

"The Hammer"

On the sunny side of the street

Fight at a holy site

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyQ5zhtvwDw&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3fITdfg6nQ