Got these new shoes for only about 30 dollars. Feeling Dapper.
Start production on another film tomorrow.
Hooray for camera department.

I’ll be posting pictures and stuff on my instagram if any of you would like to join me:

Being evaporates from me.
This deserted husk, 
hollow and maimed,
no more than a blip in time,
a blotch of ink scrawled across a burning page.

I got new glasses for my face.

They are Ray Ban’s.
Look a lot like my old ones.
Only new.
Pictures to follow.

105 Degrees Fahrenheit Today
You can’t lie to your dentist. Her hands excatvate truth from the deepest crevices of my mouth. I’ve never felt more vulnerable.
Speaking of vulnerable. Haircuts. I got one today. And well… I am disappointed. I guess some are just bad. and you just gotta live with them.

Solitary Affairs
Boredom strikes again.
So, I m
ade this (really) short video to cure it.
It’s kind of like a video self portrait.
The music is by Nathan Johnson from the Don Jon soundtrack. Please watch and enjoy :)

Solitary Affairs
The stars feel farther
walking alone.
These winds
These days
The stars don’t glimmer
gazing alone.
These words
These breaths
All stars,
all joy

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Subject Twelve

I watch as he whiters
Growing as grey and cold as the concrete cell he calls home.
The same stagnant air circulating through his collapsing lungs. 
Recycled, artificial, empty
The same stagnant thoughts circulating through his decaying mind. Recycled, artificial, empty
I watch as I whiters.
Growing as cold and grey as the concrete cell I call home.
The same ephemeral dream filling my vacant life.
Recycled, artificial, empty.
Decaying, collapsing, breaking.