oregon tsunami. work in progress. «
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http://resonanteye.net/2012/07/31/oregon-tsunami-work-in-progress/
Coll hovers
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A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
Introduction
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
Ladyfingers
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are you a woman who is a professional tattoo artist? we’re putting together a book about money bumps- the lump where your tube rests while you work. that bump on your finger or thumb that tingles after a long day.
if you’d like to be in the book, send me a 300dpi 6×9″ jpg of your money bump/hand, and a picture of a tattoo you did, and a picture of you tattooing.
a short bio and contact info too!
the book will be edited and compiled by Shadow and printed to order, if you’re in it you’ll be able to get a copy at cost once it’s finished.
xox
I'll be in Seattle
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Until May 2. I’ll be working at the wondrous Laughing Buddha, so come say hello! If you come buy art and get some tattoos, I won’t make you pick up this handful of wasps! At all! I promise.
THE HORROR.
I’ll be in Seattle
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Until May 2. I’ll be working at the wondrous Laughing Buddha, so come say hello! If you come buy art and get some tattoos, I won’t make you pick up this handful of wasps! At all! I promise.
THE HORROR.
Pure Particles found in Bloomerg
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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
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Introduction
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
The Plot
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright.
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.By Some Thinker
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
Ningen.
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excerpt from chapter seven (?), The Ningen
Ningen are the only cryptid in Antarctica. They’re pale, white like the ice in the ocean where they live. They hve finned hands, and no other facial features than eyes and mouths. Some claim they have legs, others that they have a whale-like tail.
They’re usually seen at night, from a boat. There are almost no photographs of them, and very few reports of sightings. However for the area in which they live, there are few people and fewer still looking into the waves.
The first sightings were during the 1990s, as more people were working in the antarctic. They’re massive creatures, between 60 and 90 feet long. Most claim they have hands, like human hands, with five fingers.
No ningen has yet been captured, dead or alive.
5am April morning.
I’m up formatting. Insomnia has had me slept through the last few days, up all night at the computer, typing, correcting. I am lucky to have an editor friend who has ripped the thing apart enough for me to repair it to a better standard.
I’ll be working like this until it’s done and sent on, then packing for the road. Wish me luck with both.
updates to the site, and progress on the book.
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I’ve been writing hard to catch up, the book is about a week behind my optimistic schedule but still well ahead of my promised dates.
I did take a few minutes today to update some things around the site here, including adding the imaginarium page, and sorting the format on another page or two.
I should be back to regular posts once the book is licked into shape.
tattoo dates.
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blinky the cuppycake owl
My times in Salem are pretty much full, except for a few hours here and there for tiny things.
I still have some days open in Seattle, but get hold of me fast as they’re getting filled quickly.
I have april 23, 24, 25 and 27 open now, in Seattle.
I have very short sessions open may 4 from noon til 3, and on may 6 from noon til 3, in Salem.
After this trip I will be back on sabbatical again until June, when I will be available in Phoenix for a few days.
