Jen McMillan sent me a box of her latest designs.

I got together with my friends Sarah Smith & Ashley

Lacamp from Page Parkes, one of our local agencies

and spent an afternoon doing what we do...

If you like what you see...feel free to drop my name

or better yet hire me! I'm super fuckin' affordable(READ: FREE)

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Bandit Brand

house is haunted

I just wanna go for a ride

out and on

before I set this room alight

left alone

forever and for crimes unclear

with my patience gone

someone take me far from here...

I-40...somewhere in New Mexico

you don't need no gypsy to tell you why

you can't let one precious day slip by

look inside yourself, and if you don't see what you want

maybe sometimes then you don't

but leave your mind alone and just get high...

an' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe

that light I never knowed

an' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe

I'm on the dark side of the road

but I wish there was somethin' you would do or say

to try and make me change ma mind and stay

but we never did too much talkin' anyway

but don't think twice, it's all right...

I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on

got those swollen hand blues

I got thirteen channels of shit on the tv to choose from

I've got electric light

and I got second sight

got amazing powers of observation

and that is how I know, when I try to get through

on the telephone to you, there'll be nobody home...

I know you're out there

you're in hiding

and you hold your meetings

I can hear you comin'

and know what you're after

we're wise to you this time

we won't let you kill the laughter...

now baby needs diamond sky

caviar and moonlight wine

she hasn't yet made up her mind

if she'll take me

I see my love stoned and deep

rap my future at your feet

for a simple life where love will sleep

you can take me...

in the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway american dream

at night we ride through mansions of glory on suicide machines

sprung from cages out on highway 9

chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line

baby this town rips the bones from your back

it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap

we gotta get out while we're young

'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run...

when the world is on your shoulder

gotta straighten up your act and boogie down

if you can't hang with the feeling

then there ain't no room for you 'n this part of town

'cause we're the party people night and day

livin' crazy that's the only way...

everybody get on the floor

what the hell'd u come here 4?

girl, it ain't no use

u might as well get loose

work your body like a whore...

the iron ore poured

as the years passed the door

the drag lines an' the shovels they was a hummin'

'til one day my brother

failed to come home

the same as my father before him

well a long winter's wait

from the window I watched

my friends they couldn't have been kinder

and my schooling was cut

as I quit in the spring

to marry John Thomas, a miner

so the mining gates locked

and the red iron rotted

and the room smelled heavy from drinkin'

where the sad silent song

made the hour twice as long

as I waited for the sun to go sinkin'

I lived by the window

as he talked to himself

the silence of tongues it was buildin'

then one morning's wake

the bed it was bare

and I's left alone with three children...

freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitude

my brother joey came up to frisco...we laughed, we shared drink

& wisdom...or the lack of. Sara & Jamie took care of us...

...who is it

it's me dave...open up...I got the stuff...

who?...

...it's dave man open up...I think the cops saw me come in here

who is it...

...it's, it's dave man will you open up...I got the stuff with me

who?

...dave, man open up

dave?

yeah dave!

dave's not here...

master of disguise

move unseen

shadow on the light

silent hunter

appetite aroused by the smell of your fear

driven by desire, instinct and hunger...

yeah, I don't believe you'd like it

you wouldn't like it here

there ain't no entertainment

and the judgments are severe

the maestro says it's mozart

but it sounds like bubble gum

when you're waiting

for the miracle

for the miracle to come...

we've taken too much for granted

and all the time it had grown

from techno seeds we first planted

evolved a mind of it' own

marching in the streets

dragging iron feet

laser beaming hearts

ripping men apart...

I've seen fire & and I've seen rain...

workin' from seven to eleven every night

really makes life a drag, I don't think that's right

I've really, really been the best of fools, I did what I could yeah

'cause I love ya baby, how I love ya darlin', how I love ya baby

how I love ya girl, little girl...

every time that I look in the mirror

all these lines in my face-a-gettin' clearer

the past is gone

it went by, like dusk to dawn

isn't that the way

everybody's got their dues in life to pay

yeah, I know nobody knows

where it comes and where it goes

I know it's everybody's sin

you got to lose to know how to win...

it's so hard to come by

that feeling of peace

this friend of mine said

"close your eyes, and try a few of these"

I thought I was flying like a bird

so far above my sorrow

but when I looked down

I was standin' on my knees...

roll me on your frozen fields

break my bones to watch them heal

drown me in your thirsty veins

where I'll watch and I'll wait

and pray for the rain

curl like smoke

and breathe again

down your throat

inside your ribs

and through your spine

and every nerve

where I watch and I wait

and yield to the herd...

see the moonlight shinin' on

your window pane

see it leave you as

faithful as it came

please yourself so you

don't have to be afraid

make amends

or carry on another way...

well I looked into the sky for my anthem

and the words and the music came through

but the words and music can never touch the beauty that I've seen

looking into you...and that's true...

The Wonder Years : I came across this old chrome,

shot by a close friend of the family, Sam Peters.

This was taken in my aunt & uncle' backyard on Simshaw

in Sylmar. So many great memories...these cats would

smoke, drink & jam all night long...literally. Good time people

who lived & earned each wrinkle. I can remember Bob McCaslin

having Cole & me separate seeds from his shake. Bob was a

Galloping Goose. Sam always had a camera & would disappear

on his bike for hours/days only to return with images from

the abyss...

Guitars, sickles, cameras & a genuine love for good timin' people.

That's what I grew up with & I hope that is the legacy of love I

pass on to my children. I'm listening to "Distance" off of Point Blank'

first album & it couldn't be more appropriate...

...but it never comes between

people who love

'cause I know

that if you care

you can always overcome it

you can always be together

never have to stay apart

love opens every door...

get out in the field

put the mule in the stable

ma she's a cookin'

put the eats on the table

hate's in the city

and my love's in the meadow

hand's on the plow

and my feet's in the ghetto...

when you're driving down the highway at night

and you're feelin' that wild turkey's bite

don't give johnny walker a ride

'cause jack black is right by his side

you might get taken to the jailhouse and fined

you've been arrested for driving while blind...

helpless people on subway trains

scream, bug-eyed, as he looks in on them...

the sun raised up

shine down on you

these waves will pause

and take us out again

let's float away

when they call your name

will you walk right up

with a smile on your face?

will you cower in fear?

in your favorite sweater

with an old love letter

I wish you would...

I close my eyes

only for a moment and the moment's gone

all my dreams

pass before my eyes with curiosity

same old song

just a drop of water in an endless sea

all we do

crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see...

when the spoon is hot

and the needle's sharp

and you drift away

I can hear you say

that the world in black

is upon your back

and your body shakes

so you ditch away

and you close the shades...

suddenly a shot

ripped into his heart

he lay in need of some attention

and there he played his card

going into shock

the last thing that he said was

set this fucker off...

hardly daring to breathe, a new life you perceive

you try hard not to break the spell

while at once it seems both, so far and yet so close

if you reach out to touch, it will be gone

as it flows up from the ground

taking all who hear that sound

close your eyes...

it's about to begin...

we were laughing in a daydream

with the world beneath our feet

and the sun smiled on the water

where the skies and the ocean meet

we were listening down a rainbow

as the leaves fell to the ground

whispering as they tumbled

and the wind laughed at the sound

we were children in the garden

where the flowers kiss the sky

and the birds sang out in wonder

as the day went sailing by...

if you don't believe the sun will rise

stand alone and greet the coming night...

in the last remaining light...

there's only two things in life that make it worth livin'

that's motors that run good and firm feelin' women...

just gettin' right on saturday night

ridin' with some friends of mine...

little bits-a-Bakersfield...

that mornin' sun made it's way

through the windshield of my chevrolet

whiskey eyes and ashtray breath

on a chert rock gravel road...

what the hell did I do last night?

that's the story of my life

like tryin' to remember the words

to a song nobody wrote...

and it's sad and it's long and can't nobody sing along

it's a southbound train, it's a whistle in the wind

ain't no one there to care where I've been

I'm hummin' on that lonesome song

again...

what's wrong dear brother? have you lost your faith?

don't you remember a better place?

needles and things, done you in

like the setting sun

oh dear brother

trouble weighs a ton...

house is haunted

I just want to go for a ride

out an' on

before I set this room a-light

forever and for crimes unclear

with my patience gone

someone take me far from here

burnin' that gasoline...

when the night comes

and you lay your weary head to rest

no more trials, no tests

when the night comes

you don't have to be afraid

of any choice you've made

when the night comes

don't be afraid

you're only dreaming...

Big John Collins - 2009

I said, grandpa what's this picture here

it's all black and white and it ain't real clear

is that you there? he said, yeah, I was eleven

times were tough back in '35

that's me and uncle joe just tryin' to survive

a cotton farm in the great depression

and if it looks like we were scared to death

like a couple of kids just tryin' to save each other

you should have seen it

in color...

you reached for the secret too soon

you cried for the moon

threatened by shadows at night

and exposed in the light

well you wore out your welcome with random precision

rode on the steel breeze

come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter,

you piper, you prisoner and shine...

shine on you crazy diamond

a stitch of time helps to unfold me

the circus starts at 8:00, so don't be late

'n if you'd be so kind not to wake me

I think I'll just sit this one out...

I'm too rollin' stoned...

This is the last photo I took of my Dad. It was late august

& we were partying in my backyard. I called & told him

that we were gettin' down & within' the hour, true to form, my

Dad shows up with a bottle of wine & some beer. We reminisced

about old times...I cried...he tried not to...good shit...

4 months later on December 15th 2005 he died.

Timothy Milton O'Keefe Nov. 11th 1948 - Dec. 15th 2005

my 425 lb paperweight

Hated of the World

If your designing t's for your shop or blog & you

want 'em photographed in various nefarious activities...

shoot me an email & I'll shoot 'em for free...

email address is in my profile

got no time is what you're known to say

I make you wish there was 48 hours to each day

your problem is you ain't been loved like you should

what I got to give will sho 'nuff do you good...

tell me something good...

1974

and with the early dawn

moving right along

I couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep

and in the aching night under satellites

I was not received

built with stolen parts

a telephone in my heart

someone get me a priest

to put my mind to bed

this ringing in my head

is this a cure or is this a disease...

well it don't take no nerve when you got nothing to guard

I got tombstones in my eyes and I'm running real hard

my baby was a lover and the world just blew her away..

I got a letter on a lonesome day

it was from her ship a-sailin'

saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again

it depends on how I'm a-feelin'...

I know this is a repeat...& for that I'm sorry but...man, what a beautiful day this was.

ur thousand years r up

now u got 2 share the land

section 1, the 14th amendment says:

no state shall deprive any person

of life, liberty, or property

without due process of law

mr. man

we want to end this letter with 3 words

we tired o'yall!!!

Nasty Dogs and Funky Kings

if you stand in the light

you get the feel for the ride

and the music that plays in your ears

in your head you can hear, a voice so sweet and clear

and the music that plays in your head

as it flows up from the ground

taking all who hear that sound

close your eyes, it's about to begin...

if you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that

munn-ayyy

but if you ask me , could you have some, I'll say it doesn't

concern mayyy

Ronald Reagan came up to me and said,"do you have the

answer

to the U.S. econ-o-meee and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the white house

if you're not sellin' cocaine?

ask your wife , Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game...

like one night, she came to my house & gave me a blow job

she licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob...

what is life?

Life is Too $hort...

In Memory of Elizabeth Reed...

After he was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer my dad would always

say..."man, when it goes to my brain...I'm fucked". It was a

mid-afternoon in early November. I had brought my iPod to the hospital.

One earbud in my ear the other in my dads. "Daydream" by Robin Trower

and "Mountain Jam" by the Allman Brothers... My Dads eyes never opened

but at some point tears began to flow from his eyes and then mine...later

that afternoon his doctor came & told me that the cancer had spread to his brain.

I bought this Les Paul the day my Father died...December 15th 2005

I sold it 2 years later to pay for motorcycle parts. Total fuckin' douche move...

take one last look, before you leave

'cause somehow, it means so much to me

and if you ever need me, you know where I'll be

so please call home...

well I've always had a deep respect

and I mean that most sincerely

the band is just fantastic

that is really what I think

oh, by the way, which one's pink?

faraway

across the field

the tolling on the iron bell

draws the faithful to their knees

to hear the softly spoken magic spell

toll due, bad dream, come true

I lie, dead gone, under red sky

I feel so alone

gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones

Most of my sons friends have all played "select" sports since

they were like fuckin' 1...I have heated discussions with parents

every time we hang out about that stuff. I've never directed Kellen

to any sport or activity. I wanted him to find it...to find himself.

He spends most of his time reading & drawing but over the last

3-4 months he's been workin' it out with his skateboard. I'm really

proud of his progress & determination. He's growing & finding his

own forms of self-expression. I'm super proud of him & to top it

off...he has a heart of gold.

I love you Deedle Bird!

...and I knew someday that you would fly away

for love's the greatest healer to be found..

and feed them on your dreams

the one they pick's

the one you'll know by

don't you ever ask them why

if they told you, you would die

so just look at them and sigh

and know they love you...

Joey Cano - 2009

I may not want to admit it

I'm just a fool for your stockings

I believe...

my back to the wall

a victim of laughing chance

this is for me

the essence of true romance

sharing the things we know and love

with those of my kind

libations

sensations

that stagger the mind...

when you were young and

your heart was an open book

you used to say live and let live

but if this ever changing

world in which we live in

makes you give in and cry

say live and let die...

woman, when you whisper to me

all the hurt you do me

evil woman

woman, the way you want your way

gettin' under my skin

you evil woman...

woman, when you laugh at my pain

when you step on my brain

evil woman

woman, if there were other choices

how I didn't hear the voices

cryin'...

evil woman, the devil is callin' you..

here i've been living and losing from sin

I pulled it out now, begin, begin

here I've been losing and living within

inwardly urgent and sinking again...

blue, blue windows behind the stars

yellow moon on the rise

big birds flying across the sky

throwing shadows on our eyes...

let me put love into you, babe

let me cut your cake with my knife

At 8:03 this morning I received a text from this guy...

"Is that scoot ready to start?"

When I first started working with a camera I would make

solitary trips to solitary places. I was looking for "spirit".

In the darkroom, seeing the light in relation to the objects

that it had sculpted, I found what I believed to be "spirit".

From that point I on I started looking for it in people.

To make visual record of a deeper humanity. Images like this,

for me exemplify profound unspoken truths...

the great song traveler passed through here

and he opened my eyes to the view

and I was among those who called him a prophet

and I asked him what was true

until the distance had shown how far the road remains alone

now I'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own

well, I looked into the sky for my anthem

and the words and the music came through

but words and music will never touch the beauty that I've

seen

looking into you, and that's true

unstop the day, you'll rise again

don't count the newsman to signal the end

'cause you can't trust your farthest friends

across the world, we'll take the car

you're in the room but your head' in the stars

now you can run but you can't hide who you are

Down to who knows who just to socialize

I'm waitin' for my girls, when you caught my eyes

You got your ways to make a man...

Inca silver metallic was the first color that I thought of. Chevy used it

in the 50's & Fender used it in the 60's as a custom color. I saw a pic of a

'49 "shoebox" & the color "bayview blue" appealed to me as well. Scott mentioned

"azzurro california blue", a ferrari color and Brian added "silver blue metallic",

a '58 Corvette color...

Like every other aspect of this bike, the paint, is a dance between friends.

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead

I fell down to my feet and saw they bled

I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread...

a race is on, I'm on your side

and hearing you, my engines die

I'm in a mood for you

for running away...

While the rest of them dudes were making their bread

Boy I beg your pardon I was losin' mine...

no more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

i could not foresee this thing happening to you

if i look hard enough into the settin' sun

my love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

i see a red door and i want it painted...

1958 Silver Blue Metallic

Innocent Exile

What Happens Next

they all call her puta 'cause no one really knows her name

she works at the cantina, dancin' and a-lovin's her trade

her mama was mez'can and her daddy was the ace of spades

there are stars

in the southern sky

southward as you go

there is moonlight

and moss in the trees

down the seven bridges road...

she says wake up it's no use pretending

I'll keep stealing, breathing her

birds are leaving over autumn's ending

one of us will die inside these arms

eyes wide open, naked as we came

one will spread our ashes 'round the yard...

don't call me nigger, whitey

don't call me whitey, nigger

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in memphis

she tried to take me upstairs for a ride

she had to heave me right across 'er shoulder

'cause I can't can't seem to drink you off my mind...

Bandit Brand

Anatomy of a '67

On Feb. 12th of this year I brought home a soul saving, one owner '67 FLH. The guy had bought the bike new in '67 & in the early 70's he chopped it. It was to stay that way, minus some small stuff, until Feb. 13th 2009

Feb. 13th 2009

The second call I made after loading up the bike was to Alex who had, some time ago, offered up a'52 wishbone frame. We worked out some logistics & the frame was on it's way. I ordered a set of 1 under Franks tubes & for the next 2 months I did a lot of begging, mooching & trading. I'm pretty sure at some point people were avoiding me & my calls....some still are.

The more I looked at the bike with the original sporty tank on it...it just wasn't right. I called Scott & asked about the tank on the Scallywag. He told me that it was a 2 year('48-'50) one piece Mustang tank. "You know who has that tank?" "Who?" "Alex...". I called Alex. After agreeing to return the tank if I sold the bike...the tank was on it' way...

My buddy Tom Suggested that his buddy Dave rebuild the motor & go through the transmission. To our amazement the motor inside was amazingly clean for how absolutely fucked it looked outside. There were however some cracks in the head around the rear valve guide on the rear head. We sent it to Phil Runser up in Superior WI. Amazing work...absolutley amazing...

74" with +.10 pistons...stock cam...not a hot rod.

Swapped out the distributor after my buddy John agreed to part with his old Morris mag & Craig hustled one of his 4" capped fenders to me....

Through most of the mock-ups I used the original square stock sissy bar. As I gained momentum Alex offered up an old round stock sissy bar that he had. These pieces all went to Brian'. Sadly I'm not a welding & fabrication champion...but Brian is.

I've absolutely done my best to use as many of the original parts from the bike that I brought home in February. For cost reasons but mainly because I felt it was already a neat bike with some cool old chopper parts. It just wasn't necessarily my thing. It's been torn down since the beginning of August....Which has been a harrowing experience but Brian is close to finishing the paint....

I talked to George, Brian & Rob about this guy Emilio who had done some work for Rob. A couple of years back I bought a pair of old h-d chaps. I thought the leather from these chaps would be killer for a seat & p-pad. I gave Emilio a seat & a p-pad along with a handful of pics. When he pulled these out of his truck I was super stoked...

The last year has been extremely humbling & this bike is the produce of those experiences, made possible through my relationships with some remarkable men. Hope you enjoy the pics...

In my eyes

Indisposed

In disguise

As no one knows

Hides the face

Lies the snake...

it's all about the company you keep

layin' in bed or takin' a piss at a friends house...hungry ghosts loom

come down off your throne

and leave your body alone

somebody must change.

you are the reason i've been waiting so long

somebody holds the key

but i'm near the end

and i just ain't got the time

and i'm wasted and i can't find my home...

...walked out this morning

don't believe what i saw

hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore

seems i'm not alone in being alone

hundred billion castaways looking for a home...

...your lips move

but I can't hear what you're saying.

when I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I can not put my finger on it now

the child is grown

the dream is gone...

well by and by, way after many years have gone

and all the war freaks die off, leavin' us alone

we'll raise our children in the peaceful way we can

it's up to you and me brother

to try and try again...

you don't need no gypsy to tell you why

you can't let one precious day slip by

look inside yourself and if you don't see what you want

maybe sometimes then you don't

but leave your mind alone and just get high...

Kirk' '47 OHV

high class slim came floatin' in

down from the county line

just gettin' right on a saturday night

ridin' with some friends of mine

they invited me to come and see

just what was on their minds

and then I took my first long look

at the master of sparks on high...

all around me are familiar faces

worn out places, worn out faces

bright and early for their daily races

going nowhere, going nowhere...

their tears are fillin' up their glasses

no expression, no expression

hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

no tomorrow, no tomorrow...

so you think you can tell heaven from hell

blue skies from pain

can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail

a smile from a veil

do you think you can tell

and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts

hot ashes for trees

hot air for a cool breeze

cold comfort for change

and did you exchange a walk on part in the war

for a leading roll in a cage...

one of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces...

Brother Wolf

Sister Moon

embrace the wind with both arms

stop the clouds dead in the sky...

every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way

the time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say...

if I bet on humanity

I'd never cash a ticket.

Nuts to Butts - Dean & Bill on the Moon Cricket at the SOW in '06

'46 E Low Compression 61

I've always felt that we communicate far more through our eyes

than we could ever do through any feeble language...

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,

and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,

drown the spider in wine.

you are much more than simply dead:

i am a dish for your ashes,

i am a fist for your vanished air.

the most terrible thing about life

is finding it gone.

I'll throw this out there to those of you that design t-shirts...If you can get me some small t's I can shoot 'em for you...no charge...just shoot me an email & we'll get it dial'd in. My email address is in the profile.

long time gone

Dennis & "The Professor" - I think he submitted this stuff to Guy at Greasy Kulture?

my heart is black and my lips are cold

cities on flame with rock and roll

three thousand guitars they seem to cry

my ears will melt and then my eyes...

once the religious, the hunted and weary

chasing the promise of freedom and hope

came to this country to build a new vision

far from the reaches of kingdom and pope

like good christians, some would burn witches

later some got slaves to gather riches

but still from near and far to seek america

they came by the thousands to court the wild

and she just patiently smiled and bore a child

to be their spirit and guiding light

the spirit was freedom and justice

and it's keepers seem generous and kind

it's leaders were supposed to serve the country

but now they won't pay it no mind

'cause the people grew fat and got lazy

and now their vote is a meaningless joke

they babble about law and order

but it's all just an echo of what they've been told

yeah, there's a monster on the loose

it's got our heads in a noose

and it just sits there and watches

america where are you now

don't you care about your sons and daughters?

don't you know we need you now

we can't fight alone against this monster

pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

suicide remarks are torn

from the fool's gold mouthpiece

the hollow horn plays wasted words

proves to warn

that he not busy being born

is busy dying

just a song before I go

a lesson to be learned

traveling twice the speed of sound

it's easy to get burned

the night is black without a moon

the air is thick and still

the vigilantes gather on

the lonely torchlit hill

features distorted in the flickering light

the faces are twisted and grotesque

silent and stern in the sweltering night

confident their ways are best

the righteous rise

with burning eyes

of hatred and ill-will

madmen fed on fear and lies

to beat and burn and kill

they say there are strangers, who threaten us

our immigrants and infidels

they say there is strangeness to dangerous

in our theaters and bookstore shelves

those who know what's best for us

must rise and save us from ourselves

quick to judge

quick to anger

slow to understand

ignorance and prejudice

and fear walk hand in hand

somewhere out on that horizon

out beyond the neon lights

I know there must be somethin' better

but there's nowhere else in sight...

Bandit Brand

It's been a long time since I've been on a sickle...too long.

we're off to the witch

we may never never never come home

but the magic that we'll feel

is worth a lifetime

we're all born upon the cross

we're the throw before the toss

you can release yourself

but the only way is down

It's sunday morning & we've got the Sabbath cranked. Earlier Kellen was out doin' his thing on his bike. I grabbed my camera & went out & probably fucked up his whole vibe but I wanted a material witness to the utter beauty & purity.

revolution in their minds

the children start to march

against the world in which they have to live

and all the hate that's in their hearts.

they're tired of being pushed around

and told just what to do

they'll fight until they've won

and love comes flowing through...

lost in wheels of confusion

running through valleys of tears

eyes full of angered illusion

hiding in everyday fears

As the spirit wanes, the form appears

if you should go skating

on the thin ice of modern life

dragging behind you the silent reproach

of a million tear-stained eyes

don't be surprised when a crack in the ice

appears under your feet

you slip out of your depth and out of your mind

with your fear flowing out behind you

as you claw thin ice...

Cold Dark Matter

You sing about the nights

and you laugh about the scars

coffee in the mornin', cocaine afternoon'

You talk about the weather

and you grin about the rooms...

In the mornin' you go gunnin'

for the man who stole your water

and you fire 'til he is done in

but they catch you at the border

and the mourners all sangin'

as they drag you by your feet

but the hangman isn't hangin'

and they put you on the street...

I close my eyes

only for a moment

and the moment's gone

All my dreams

pass before my eyes

in curiosity

Same old song

just a drop of water

in an endless sea

All we do

crumbles to the ground

though we refuse to see...

Hey Bud, Let's Party

Rites Ov Reversal(Al II-19)

Sara

when the spoon is hot

and the needle's sharp

and you drift away

i can hear you say

that the world in black

is upon your back

and your body shakes

so you ditch away

and you close the shades...

The Feeling Begins - 4'x8' mixed media. '95...I was huge into crucifixions. Without the color it doesn't really have the same impact. Such a heavy time in my life...but such a beautiful period. It's been my experience that conceptualized pain & suffering is acceptable with many. This isn't about that. It, for me, is about a deep internal quest to rectify opposing forces.

The simulated pieces of Humorous bone are raised...Black leather straps slid underneath them & were attached to the ceiling for display. I have no idea where this piece now resides...

Incident at Neshabur - 2:49

Lonestar & Grandpas Pipe - I had met Joe at the DicE party in Austin back in January. We stayed in contact over the last several months. Yesterday we drove down to New Braunfels to kick it by the river & snap a few pics. I'm sitting here right now listening to James Brown' "Grits & Soul" album & thought I'd share an image.... Joey & Sara - Thanks for sharing your love!

Candy Coated Peenuts - I think he's saying.... "What the fuck are you doin' O'Queef"? I don't remember 'cause I was drunk....

somewhere a clock strikes midnight

and there's a fool moon in the sky

you hear a dog bark in the distance

you hear someone' baby cry

a rat runs down the alley

and a chill runs down your spine

and someone walks across your grave

and you wish the sun would shine...

Sway

blue marigolds grow

in this abandoned graveyard

Whyn't cha douse that light...

man, be careful with a fool

you know, someday he may get smart.

be careful with a fool

you know, someday he may get smart.

he will treat you so cold and chilly

tell you, he will hurt you in your heart...

well down on the street

where the faces shine

floatin' a-round

i'm a real low mind...

T.V. Eye - I've recently updated my website...

sometimes i lie awake at night and wonder

where the years have gone

they have all passed under

sleeps dark and silent gate

Garden of Memories - Mitch, Mike, Sara & I stopped just north of Sedona. I can still smell the air. I remember the hugs, the kisses...I remember the love that I felt for my friends, the roads, the view, the wind... It was damn near a perfect day. So many smiles...

it's a lonely world

of frightened people

when i get mad

and i get pissed

i grab my pen

and i write out a list

of all the people

that won't be missed

for all the ones

who bum me out

shitlist

for all the ones

who fill my head with doubt

shitlist

for all the squares who get me pissed

shitlist...

Suckerfish Love Winners...

Well Worn Hands - Brian Bass

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Slippin' Into Darkness - I was slippin' into darkness when they took my friend away. You know he loved to drink good whiskey, while laughing at the moon...

there's a lioness

down the hallway

put on your lion's mask

and wait

Mike's Damn Cup!! - Sweet tea & Jack Daniels...

as the game continues you

should seek to say ever more clearly

what you truly

believe

even if what you truly

believe

turns out to be

wrong.

it can be a hazardous

and difficult

task.

but

if you can't laugh

at the impossible odds

we all seek to understand

and know

then you will

surely sleep

restless

in the

coffin.

Bandit Brand - Jen at Bandit Brand is KILLIN' it!!!

Residues - Peoples words, actions, hearts, essences...etc. move you. Each leave in you, a residue. Some names I remember...some I don't. Typically the arrival is happiness & the exit is sadness. Moments are born & die as time continues on. There are people who live in my heart & I have tried along the way to let them know just how much they mean to me. The best I feel I can say, is that you live in me...

Front Street Cycle

Precious and Grace

Darling Nikki - I knew a girl named Nikki I guess you could say she was a sex fiend. I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine. She said how'd you like 2 waste some time and I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind. She took me 2 her castle and I just couldn't believe my eyes. She had so many devices. Everything that money could buy. She said sign your name on the dotted line. The lights went out...and Nikki started to grind...

After the Gold Rush - I was lying in a burned out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst thru the sky. There was a band playing in my head and I felt like getting high...

Rock Steady

Oh Well - I can't help about the shape I'm in. I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin. But don't ask me what I think of you. I might not give the answer that you want me to...

Whiskey Drinkin' Woman - Close up the bar, you know the gates of the brewery. She's out there every night and she ain't drinkin' tea. I love that woman, she's the best one that I had. But she's got this habit now and it sure is gettin' bad... That whiskey drinkin' woman is makin' a poor man out of me....

Time Has Come Today - Now the time has come. There's no place to run. I might get burned up by the sun. But I had my fun. I've been loved and put aside. I've been crushed by the tumbling tide and my soul has been psychedelicized...

Replicas - One of the very first albums that I ever bought was Gary Numan' Replicas. It's still one of my all time favorites. I continue to pull inspiration from the sounds created on that record. 1979...I was 11...

What must be done

Heart and Soul - One will burn...

Second Best -

The impact, the aftershave, the european cigarettes.

The taxi, the alcohol that lingers on your breath.

The lipstick, the street lamp, the woolen overcoat.

The front desk, you tell yourself, it isn't over yet...

The motel, the distances cave into kisses, cold and wet.

Familiar exchanges, like needle pulling thread.

The empty movements that were once so inspired.

Desperate attempts to fan the flames without a fire.

The mattress creeks beneath the symphony of misery and cum.

Still we lie jerking back and forth and blurring into one...

Nobody Home - I gotta little black book with my poems in. Got a bag & toothbrush & a comb in...when I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in...

Your Song - I sat on the roof & kicked off the moss. Well a few of these verses, well they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I write this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on...

10 is the new 20

Willie, Waylon & John - Joplin would die for the future and Dylan would write poetry...

P.A.L.S. - I had as much fun watching you. Thank you both for sharing your souls with me.

Moving in Stereo

Getaway Car - You're tired of walkin' and you loathe the ground. The sidewalk will barely touch your feet. Life moves to slowly to hold you down. With ring in hand you take it out on me...

'46 OHV

Farther On

Utter Purity - I walked by & saw these two guys kickin' it while there dad was loading his gear into his car...

Vaska - I've slept out in the backyard on the lawn with this dude & his brother. He's usually not far from wherever I am...

What choo talkin' 'bout Willis?

Well, well, lordie my god. What do we got here? She's flashin' 'cross the floor make it perfectly clear. You're the bait & you're the hook. I'm you're man, chile...

'46 OHV

Born to Run

$400 Roadster? - Dreamin' is free...

Stormbringer - Comin' out of nowhere, drivin' like rain, stormbringer dance on the thunder again. Dark cloud gathering, breaking the day. No point running, 'cause it's coming your way...

Teenage Jail - You're not like your mothers, you're not like the others. You're not like anyone else. They don't even know you. Got nothing to show you, so get something good for yourself...

Social Commentary

Opulence

Nagging Sense of Curiosity

Times Effect on Material Objects

Especial - Do you feel especial? I do...

After the Gold Rush

These days I sit on corner stones and count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend. Don't confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them...

I Like to Rock - Well alright, Somethin's got you goin' tonight. Doin' all she can's alright. Come on can't you see, that when we all let go, we get high on rock-n-roll...

The Moon Cricket

'69

It's all about the company you keep...

Piss Off - We had bum-rushed the 75th anniversary of the roadster party. We ate like kings & drank like fish. When it was over we all walked outside & pee'd anywhere we could. This fellow chose to creep back in the bushes. That didn't stop my eye from wandering...

Bonded by Blood - Mike & I were on 17 in central Arizona. Stopped to pee. I looked over my shoulder & this is what I saw...

When the Lights Go Out - See the moon, see the stars, from your lonely seat, in your lonely cars...

'69

Veteran of the Psychic Wars - a few years ago I did a series of paintings. I think I like them as photographs more than the actual paintings?

A Season in Hell - I was teaching art to developmentally disabled adults by day & working on this stuff with every waking minute. I would go to the UC Davis library & checkout as many books as was allowed. Books on Forensic Pathology, Art History, Poetry, Prose... I read voraciously. Images, some of which are etched into my very being. I was digging deeper & deeper into my "heart of darkness". After 2 exhaustive years...I had a total breakdown. Nobody ever clinically told me that is what had happened. But I can't imagine a greater collapse. I was 27. Most of the work, I burned. It was entirely too heavy for me at the time. What a mistake. Those pieces in whatever form, were material witness' to a place few willingly search out. I never worked with the intention to glamourize pain & suffering. There is however, an infinite beauty in the process & courage. That was always my impetus. Fact is, I never really felt like I had a choice....I always considered this stuff not as images but portraits of states of mind...Isn't that what all photographs are?

Under the Milk Way

Games Without Frontiers

Truth will drink you to death...another good timin' buddy that always makes me smile.

Dead Homiez - Matt had just moved to America & Truth being the gentleman that he is, hooked Matt up with his first 40 of OE....

'49 OHV

Counting the Stars

Skin Series - Chris Mancini

Orale! - Los Skarnales

New Dawn Fades

Libera Me

The Late Show - And now I'm sitting here wondering what to say. Afraid that all these words might scare you away. No one ever talks about their feelings anyway, without dressing them in dreams & laughter, I guess it's just too painful otherwise...

Another Piece of Meat - I was shooting Jen & she was having a little trouble giving me what I was looking for. I grabbed her shirt just below the neck. I pulled it down between her boobs & pressed my fist into her chest. Shudder. Shutter release. That worked.

Jen, Rob & Alivia - I vaguely remember Rob saying to me..."hey timmy...let's...let's go outside...why don't we go outside buddy..." Cut to 30 minutes earlier - Brian, Rob, myself & a handful of other mother fuckers are toasting some momentous occasion with a double shot of Jager. That shit always promptly walks me to the edge of a cliff & casts my ass to the wind. Well, short story long...I had got us booted. The next morning I went through my camera to see if my eye had wandered in the right direction. I came upon this image & saw all I needed to see in Rob' eyes...

Sam Chamberlain

Down the street the dogs are barkin' and the day is a-gettin' dark. As the night comes in a-fallin', the dogs'll lose their bark. An' the silent night will shatter from the sounds inside my mind, I'm one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind...

Soon this space will be too small - All my veins and bones will be burned to dust. You can throw me into a black iron pot and my dust will tell what my flesh would not...

Matt Davis

Kirk - Long Haul, short haul, it doesn't matter to Kirk. He's in it to win it and for that I'm grateful to call him friend.

Where Water Flows

Skin - I'm working on a series of portraits of friends. It's about their skin & how comfortable they are in it.

Thin Dream - Boundaries are crossed, people get hurt & the sands of time march on. Residues of a thin dream. Is life the primordial death machine? I think so...

Johnny Cocaine - I'm on the Pan. Johnny has his truck with Scott, Dean & Matt aboard. We're on our way to Bob's over in the Valley. It was late afternoon & we had spent the previous 3-4 hours drinkin' Stella & various other stuff at the Joker. We're jockey'n back-n-forth. I look over to my left & see Deans face, eyes bugged out, Johnny was about to run me over. That was two years ago this month. I have a huge soft spot in my heart for Johnny.

A Season in Hell - In '94 I started a project that saw countless hours in a darkroom. These were editioned to 3 but no 2 were alike(there were 15 images in the set). I used Potassium Ferricyanide on each print which burned each image differently. This was long before digital was accessible. This work was shot on a 4x5 view camera. The prints were 16x20 & matted 22x28.

Sleeps Dark & Silent Gate

Mondo & Scott

Fuckin' Dean - This is one good timin' buddy here...I can't help but smile when I think of him.

Dedication - When you dedicate yourself you can do amazing things. Brian has spent enough time following his passion that it manifests in the things he touches. That love & quality of attention span materialize' in his objects of affection. Like many of my friends I respect Brian because his integrity will not let him do something half-assed.

My Son - Kellen & I went to Elliott's yesterday to buy some 3/4 steel stock. We were walkin' in & one of the old timers said "Hey, Who's this guy?" We made some small talk & he said, "you know he's gonna be 21 before you know it..." That thought bums me out. His point & words were not lost on me....

That's the Balls - Scott & Cole walked up on stage. Jenny & I walked up to watch the outcome. My eye wandered...I just happened to release the shutter as Scott reached over rather quickly & grabbed Cole' balls. Cole ended up winning the build-off.

Makin' a Living - It's a drag of a job...but somebodies got to do it.

Simple Things - A friend & I went out one evening. Took a ride into what used to be the country. The very spot that these were taken has since become a subdivision.

Yoo-Lee - My cousin Julie came for a couple weeks to try & figure out some shit in her world. We spent many a late night discussing life & the impact certain decisions have on the way you live. Ultimately she went home & has yet to return. I've always loved my family with all of my heart & as I get older there are less & less of us.

Saturday Night - Just a lull in the action...my eye wandered

New Kid - I woke up one morning to find that my son has a sense a humor that I absolutely adore.

Late for the Sky - You see amazing things in solitary places...

The Black Tibetans - Dean onstage at the DicE party in Austin.

Smokeout West - This was at our motel in Cottonwood. We were runnin' mach 3 with our hair on fire. I love drinking with Dean!

Harry Hines - Aaron on his '57 rolling down Harry Hines.

Aaron' Pan - Aaron runs the Old Bike Shop off of 35 in Dallas. It's a very well thought out bike, like all of his builds...

Pistons & Paint - This is my wife Jamie(brunette) & our friend Maria. Not sure what they were talking about...it's all in a glance or expression. Lately I've been intrigued by relationships...how big things relate to small, dark to light, circles to squares etc...quality of attention span I suppose?

Paso - Jasin & Kyle.

Paso - Bill, Max & Maurice were talking about Max' Shovel. My eye wandered around the conversation...

Dad - I figured there should be a post of my dad...NOT in a little plastic box. Absolute stellar fuckin' dude. From '01 - '03 we were in a band together called South Trinity Gypsies. I grew up listening to ZZ Top, The Allman Brothers, Hendrix, Sabbath, Purple, Foghat...you get the picture. The music we played was original stuff but sounded like all of the music I grew up with. This was taken at the Dallas Guitar Show in '03. We opened for Andy Timmons & Eric Johnson on the Gibson Main Stage. My love for life came straight from this cat. Thanks Dad! Happy Independence Day... love tt

My Dad - My dad was born in Sylmar. He was a TOTAL hero to me. He died in December of 2005. He used to run around with a bottle of Tequila literally making people do shots. I grew up in a small town in Northern California called Yuba City. In June of '06 we had a family reunion to celebrate my Dad's life & the lives of those still living. Little did we all know that it would be the last time that we would all get together & do what we do. Since many more have died. That black box is my Dad's ashes. We all took turns doing shots with him... I love & miss you man....EVERYDAY! love tt

Worms - This was when worms wasn't drinkin'....fact is...I'm sad to report that Jeff may have been holding my beers while I captured this. Adam & the Leica on the low. Nick in the middle. I'm not sure who the cat is on the left. Jog-a-Thon...I love you Jeff.

Go Blue Suicide - When I think of Adam quite a few things come to mind...first & foremost friend. Second - Honest...in his portrayals of subjects & by the word. I took this at the Grand National Roadster show a couple of years ago. Rico hooked us up with a KILLER little strip club in Pomona. Mostly Latinas...I LOVED it...I don't think Brian & Sam dug it as much as i did?