Destiny

I'm sorry I haven't written much here. I am certain no one reads it. Barely anybody has taken the quiz and someone picked Sarah over me. Which is okay I guess, people are entitled to their opinions but a BIT RUDE ON SOMeONE'S OWN WEBSITE. Anyways, I was away, I was at the iYurt festival in Tuscon, where we meditated and sang mongolian hymns and wrote ipod apps. It was okay, I would have preferred to have been doing something more ARTISTICALLY SATISFYING. I have been really concerned about bees lately and what is going to happen. I think I will go to Malaysia again and teach English and hang out on the beach, see how long I can put off fulfilling my destiny. I think I will go to Berlin again and work in a bar and stare at people and see how long i can put off fulfilling my destiny. I think I will go to the hotsprings and get drunk and see how long i can put off fulfilling my destiny. M------ has decided to move in and now i get to see L------ all the time! Success! M--------'s Girlfriend P-- is already driving me mental. She washed the bathroom with a f$$$king toothbrush. Off to the hotsprings, art another day.

Butter

I finished the Deaths Head just in time for February.  Sound Familiar?  Yup, just like last year.  I'm not sure what it is with February and physical representations of the dead, but they seem to coincide.  The sun was shining today which is a relief as C-----  promised to kill me if she had to deal with another day of Cloudy Sky StEvEn.  How would you do it? Slooooowly she said.

I am trying to be more professional with the blog.  Like spelling everything correctly.  I saw two bumper stickers side by side today on the back of a pick up truck.  "My kid can beat up your honor roll student"  next to "Life is Short, Don't Be a Dick".  Maybe someone else put the second one up, as a suggestion.  

I'm thinking of going in the Lip Sync contest but I need a good song.  I need a really good song.  Heart of glass just popped into my head.  

C------ just came home with some thai food.  Maybe I should have a facebook page.  

 Is this a perfect blog entry or what! 

new years reservations

i reserve the right to throw tantrums. throw them as far as i can. i reserve theright to leave out letter spaces adn whole words. i reserve ther ight to mispel i reserve theright to break into my ex friends partment and get all my joni mitchell vinyl and burn it in a pile on teh yard in frnt ofthebuilding as a statement of starting over jsut as the new years bell tolls. i reserve the right to become enraged at lincoln for stealing Space Oddity from david bowie and forcing cat power to sing it in their commercial fora fucking awful car. awful awful awful. i reserve the right to be shallow, unregulated, appealing, and crowd pleasing. i reserve the right to never drink. or drink. or never drink. i reserve the right to be shy and eat lots of ordervres at any and every social function i have been payed to entertain at. i reserve the right to firsta nd foremost stay true to StEveEn. Thank you. your welcome. what time is it?

urban refugee

I'm not sure about blogging.

I told someone to go fuck themselves today, I won't bore you with the details, but it didn't give me the usual frisson of rebel yell that it used to. Am I losing my Edge?

I'm not sure about love anymore.

I had a realization on the walk from the card shop [StEvEn works in a Greeting Card shop in Downtown Smalltown] that, although getting away from all the shit in the city has been incredibly good for my general state of mind and body, I am starting to fucking die inside. Which probably isn't very good for my state of mind and body.

I'm not sure about romance either, I mean where does it get you?

The Latest Piece (photo forthcoming) Rudolphs Revenge, is actually going well. I haven't welded in a while and had some prominent burns on my shins and thighs that C------a has commented on. I told her it was self mutilation because I knew it would make me seem interesting but she became overly concerned and gave me the number of her sensei. So now I am going to go to Jujitsu class on wednesday. fucking hell.

French Kissed a Lady

Everyone knows that StEvEn has a heart of gold, nobody told me that it was so goddamn heavy to carry around. Instead, I was told that Clarissa had wide eyes and a new way of making the old work, she makes little pictures out of hair and cast iron, god love her. After a few too many we discovered ourselves dishevelled in arms. Have you seen anything so ridiculous as a post modern bisexual trying to get his heart on with a Steam Punk in flourescent corset and high heels? Too many people took too many pictures, I spent all yesterday afternoon begging people to censor their goddamn facebook pages. What would Mother say? What would Stephen Deadly Robot Harper say? She is calling and I am calling back. I can't get her out of my hair.

the irish tree

No the End isn't Near, its just the Fall and I'm feelin it. Despite all efforts, my latest project has gone up in smoke, literally. I thought if I could get the deaths head to just smolder a little, but it wouldn't stay parallel (took me six tries to spell that right, jesus!) to the Santa sleigh. Then I went outside for a little "encouragement" and came back in to find the whole thing had conflagerated. I'm not even going to try to spell that right. So I got drunk and read the entire New Yorker, even the whats ons which Really Depressed me, (WOT AM I DOING IN THIS PLACE WHY CAN'T I LIVE IN A CITY, WHERE DID I LEAVE MY LIGHTER!) which made me feel comforted, and so now i am like an Irish tree, Pressed by Wind, left to grow, in tiny tiny tiny increments, reaching out, as up as I can.