Fade

More
words to mend your heart.

Never had the right answers.

Funny game
who's had more pain?
Fairy Tale for the...

Resistance was fun for a while.

So easy to explain the gifts away.

There is no forget.

Valley Summer
fade.

Myriad Rainbows

Lucid moments

Liquid

Running

Myriad rainbows

Circle around my feet

Killer beats transform boredom

To thought

Killing Fields

Outside my front door

Somebody's Knocking

And you let them in

Curious…

Thoughtful…

Resolve …

Seedy Reedy!
Two Sides of the same face. Picture 1) Seedy Reedy, Picture 2) Sean

Since I switched over to Mac (2 years ago) I have been really into using Photo Booth, its been good for me to explore whatever world I am actively using my computer in and whatever experiment I have going with my hair.

Two sides of the same face was inspired by some of the horrible pictures that have been posted of me on Face book, on one hand I am happy that the person bothered and felt to include me on their page but on the other hand "I am like crap I look like real crap in that picture" so I put it to you readers of Jonnny Red and The Avengers is it bad form to "un" tag a picture of yourself, should I write a note to the person first, just suck it up and move on, what? Help?

And yes I know relax and take a better picture next time.

Lost in the Land of Malls...

Can Atari get a witness
A shout out for Commodore 64
Video Arcades
Galaga in Times Square
Star Wars action figures
Izod shirts collar's turned up
Grey Flannel was a cool cologne
Waste another afternoon walking to the mall
Maybe when I was playing video games I should been watching the "View"
Thank God there was only Donahue, go on you white haired pimp
Throw down some of that voodoo self help bullshit philosophy
And than bag "That Girl"
It meant so much in our lovely geeky isolation
High score was the goal
And Jolt Cola was the fuel…

Process Unnerving

Bound by the obvious
Slave to the material
The machine grinds forever on its own parts

Unrelenting
The hunger
It
Eats itself before it even conceives of a true existence
Matched only by a blind
unwavering mission
To destroy
Itself

And so the consumer
Consumes.

Crisis

Burdened Soldiers march in Blind Order

Semi Circles Burn the Public Psyche

Pre Prepubescent Slackers plan our Next Depression

Desperate Execs. Sing
The Cooperate Song
Contemplating
The Loss of their Eternal Souls

Faces Melt under the Surgeons Knife
Shadows of Themselves

Monologues run
Out of Control

Cynics Suddenly Attack the Exhibitionists
A World Wide Crisis…

400 Revisited

…and above
The pounding feet of 400 pound bulimic transvestites in heat
The grunts and groans
Assault my senses
As they put those fuck me pumps on
Clark, Johnson and Murphy
Begin the ritual dance
Something about trying to advance more mass misinformation
The cat looks at me with disgust
Cause the kitty litter is so fucking dirty

Crawl into bed
She simple asks
"Why did you have to start them up?"
My answer
None
Her reaction
Tepid at best
I excuse myself and venture down the hall

Shattered glass reflect moments that have already past
Answers become questions
Down the rabbit hole
One more time it would
Be
She didn't blink an eye
Was she even breathing?
Rhythmically stabbing at my heart
When she finally does blink
I feel the cold
Deep to my core
The game is over
The truth was never easy
It cuts everybody
And the blood stains never fade…