Outside Stovall Hall
i will retake this photo as the seasons change
you will be so impressed 

 
 

 

inspector gadget jacket 

 


Gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost God himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call on you to pray
-Jim Morrison, "Newborn Awakening" 

 

once, on S.Padre Is., this girl commented on the two cases i was carrying, "keystone light *flicks back beigns* you guys must be broke." then i took her to the tents and puked on her jeans. 

 

shelter 

 
 

 
 

 

the math behind the shocker 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 

wallpaper 

 
 

 

dude has wickedness