New Painting

Volcano Season

R.I.P. Lux Interior

1946-2009

Roll on
Rock on
Raw Bones
Well I still got all the rhythm in these
Rockin' Bones

I wanna leave a happy memory
when I go, I wanna leave something
to let the whole world know,
that the rock n' roll daddy has
a done passed on, but my bones
will keep a rockin' long after I've gone

Well when I die don't you bury
me at all, Just nail my bones up on
the wall, Beneath these bones let
these words be seen, "This is the
bloody gears of a
boppin' machine"

And I worry about tomorrow just
thinkin' about tonight, My bones are
getting restless and I do it up right,
A few more times around a hardwood
floor, Before we turn off the lights and
close the door

Roll on
Rock on
Raw Bones
Well I still got all the rhythm in these
Rockin' Bones

BLACK BILE issue 4 OUT NOW!

BUY IT! READ IT! MEMORIZE IT! MAKE YOUR FRIENDS DO THE SAME!

luv ya,

Rat

CRUSHED. KILLED. DESTROYED.

R.I.P. Bob May
1939-2009
Lost in Space forevermore

DEVIANT ART

Remembered I had an account here, I've been filling it up with a lot of stuff lately. Have a looksee!

PAINTINGS AND DRAWINGS AND EVERYTHING HERE

INK PRAKTIS

Smearing and Smatterings

Son





Song and Legend





The Spirit of Paxton





Hollow Hills





Influenza

Flesh is Never Stronger than Bone and Brain

Cyanotype Series

Some Paintings

Smoke Break




Eventuality



Feet



All Art Ever



Fragile

BLACK BILE issue 1 cover

In Glorious COLOR

Some older Inkwork

TUMORSKAPE

Landscape which Lizzie hung up in Prague at Drop Dead festival 2007.

HE IS FRANZ KAFKA

The Sudden Walk, two sentences by the above

When you seem finally to have made up your mind to spend the evening at home, when you have put on your smoking-jacket and settled down after supper with a light on the table to the piece of work or the game that usually occupies you ‘til bedtime, when the weather outside is so unpleasant that it makes staying at home the obvious thing to do, when by now you have been sitting quiet at the table for so long that to go out would cause general astonishment, when the staircase is anyhow dark now and the front door locked, and when despite all this you get to your feet in a sudden fit of restlessness, change your jacket, promptly reappear dressed for the street, explain that you have to go out and after a brief word of goodbye actually do so, estimating the degree of irritation you may have left behind from the force with which you slam the flat door, when you rediscover yourself down in the street, your limbs responding with particular agility to the unexpected freedom you have procured for them, when you feel all your decisiveness concentrated within you as a result of this one decisive act, when it strikes you with more than usual significance that your power to effect the swiftest of changes with ease and to cope with it outstrips your need to do so, and when in such mood you can go striding down the long streets, -- then for the space of that evening you have completely broken out of the ranks of your family, which veers off into the void, while you yourself, firm as can be, black with your sharpness of outline, slapping the back of your thighs, rise up to your true stature.

All this is intensified still further if at so late an hour of the evening you look up a friend to see how he is.