Dr-Destructo

To think, that I can just type keys on my keyboard at home and be confronted with an insurmountable...  uh... amount of art that people from all over the world contribute for untold reasons.  The slacker that I am.  I dabble.  Visual is not my forte.  I am a sound man.  But I dabble.  And to think that so many people create and create and create and create ART!  It makes me happy.  It makes me happy to picture all of you who attack your visual craft with the same passion that I feel for my world of sounds.  Whether you be extraordinarily talented sculptors, painters, sketchers; if you have the magic eye of a photographer, or even if your just

I'm over-hung... I'm under-slept... Go to work wasted...

I'm hungover.  My head feels like a lead weight.  My guts have turned to liquid.  After a night of tooling around as the Hamburglar, I want to leave this town.  I want to leave so fuckin' bad.  I want to go out West.  I want to see real fuckin' country.  I'm tired of the Bible Belt.  I'm tired of these faces.  I'm tired of these eyes.  I want to see wonder again.  I feel like a fucking old man.  It's been too long since I've seen wonder in the eyes of a beautiful girl.  Too long.  Since I've seen dark nights, cold water, bright stars and an adventure that encompasses every moment and leaves no time for contemplation.  Only existence.  Gray, g