film stills from current tendancy to make

^^beautiful.

and the drunken charade.

and the realization: that we're going to die.

and jumping off the pool into the roof.
Before playing guitar with an old friend.

and the realization: that this is the best thing.

My Cuntry

On the news today:

KABUL (Reuters) - The United Nations said on Tuesday it had found convincing evidence that 90 Afghan civilians, most of them children, were killed in air strikes by U.S.-led coalition forces in western Afghanistan last week. "Investigations by UNAMA (United Nations Assistance Mission in Afghanistan) found convincing evidence, based on the testimony of eyewitnesses, and others, that some 90 civilians were killed, including 60 children, 15 women and 15 men," U.N. Special Envoy to Afghanistan Kai Eide said in a statement. The U.S. military has launched an investigation into the incident, after first saying it was unaware of any civilian casualties.


This 5 second report was followed by shots of a baby bear who finally decided to come out of a tree in Frederick, MD.

Things like this make me want to blow my brains out.

great store

i kept telling him how great his store was and it made him very uncomfortable. he'd spent his life hiding behind guitars. he can kinda play, but really he can only sell. very much like a pimp... capable but unwilling to really let his livelihood become his passion.

i'd test out many of his ladies but we both knew i hadn't the slightest intention of buying. instead i'd keep smiling and telling him how great his store was in a genuine way. before i left i picked up an old banjo and asked him how much.

"maybe if you came in here with $250 cash i could let you take it."
"all right let's do it. here's the cash."

he couldn't believe it was happening as he filled out the cash receipt.

"i'm so happy you decided to open up this store here."

he didn't respond this time. he just stood there with the cash in his hand and a bewildered look on his face.

Scramble

Truly consumed by that idea, of pointing, looking, and exposure.
Assumptions:

Bastard old homeowner. Military, or somewhere in his family. Racist and chauvinist as well. talks, knows about the world. Seen a lot, or claims to. Been to Rome, and quick to let them know. White hair, Rye. blue grey nasty eyes. Patriot. Minute man. has a wife. No music, or sense of creation. Atheist.

Standing on the grass outside his home, Lawn nation. Sparse, plants half dead in summer heat. Wide shot, zooms close. Sits down in lawn chair. Beer in cup holder Chevy truck in the driveway. ragged old suburbia, new in his youth. He's 55. Quit smoking after brush with lung cancer. Developed cough. outstanding medical bills, he'll never pay.

Assumption: this to be the government's responsibility, seeing as they help so many of those illegals. His own little smirk. He rather pay less taxes, still got another 27 years to pay off second mortgage.

wife used to be a flight attendant. Fired for stealing bags left on the plane. Caught 4 times before losing her job. Received large settlement, after threatening lawsuit. Claimed to have been abused sexually, and had been.

17 year old consumed by Epistemology. Wants so badly up classmates skirts. Consumed.
Driving, talking. knows too many things are more important than doing and saying. Forming mental bond, Never to know whether reciprocity exists in the flesh.

Segregation exists.

This is the border. I can walk across here and be somewhere else.
What is a country?
what is a city?

statement of purpose

we are the eggs and the poops.
We go on the ground, in nests, and sometimes in fresh clean water.
to disappear you know. we get gone and things. This is the documentation of overground expedition.