The Sickly Insomniac

The sickly insomniac
sits in a dimly lit space
in front of only a screen
hoping it sources a revelation.
The sickly insomniac
has no scale of time,
it comes and goes as it pleases
with no bearing nor destination.
The sickly insomniac
slouches ever so slightly,
back pains ever so common;
consume: Nyquinacteaminophol.
The sickly insomniac
finally goes to bed
and the dreams appear,
no rest for the weary.

Migrate West

Here's another one of my photoshop projects that I recently finished, I think it's my favorite...

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More Photoshop

Well it looks like all my creativity has been spent recently doing photoshop. I'm starting to re-get how to work the program and I've been really pleased with more of my recent work. Here's some samples:

This image above is a potential cover to something in regards to my band, The Chalfonts (look em up)

The image above is originally a picture of a sunset that I took outside of my parents' house.

So yeah. I hope y'alls are liking this and more will be up as things get completed.

Collage

Here's a collage that I threw together in literally 5 minutes for my photoshop class. Hope you enjoy!

All We Are

So. as some of you may know, I'm in a band called the Chalfonts. There is no way to describe how we sound so here is a snippet of our set from the So Fresh So Clean show at Missoula's Elks Club on March 12, 2010. The song is called "All We Are"

Phototime 1

So these are a couple of photos that I ended up editing in Photoshop, just messing around with saturation and color balance. Thanks be to the music of Nico Stai for my inspiration of this endeavor and to Max Showers for constructive criticism and help.

No. 1 for 2010

Well, it's been too long since I posted anything. This site's telling me that I haven't posted anything since New Year's Eve, so I figured now would be as good a time as ever to update it. I have been doing quite a bit of writing, drawing, and just all-around creative things lately, mainly to relax and blow off steam from my hectic 12-hours-on-campus days. Here's a taste of some product:

Thanks be to you, trusty Slingshot.
I'm just west of the Dakotas
but too east to be significant.
It's all about location.
Lead to worn-out welcomes with all the strangers.
Faces stay fresh for only a while
soon becoming too familiar.
Thanks be to you, trusty Slingshot.
I'm just west of the Dakotas
and you put me in this exact spot.
No matter what they say,
we all need constant flux.
Changes of pace, changes of scenery.
I know that's where you're going.
Thanks be to you, trusty Slingshot.
I'm just west of the Dakotas,
but too east for appreciation.

This is only the first or second draft, but I have a lot of musings and rants as songs and poems that are completely unfinished, such as this. If I do have any New Year's resolutions, they're to finish said writings...