drkobra

I am working on a series of 3 images for my thesis show, and to be concurrently used in my thesis book.

The guiding principle for these images are alchemy, law & order, videogames and health.

Poster 1, The King of Dreams. Inspired by an image of Morpheus from Sandman issue #1, the CPAP device I had to wear in my previous blog looked amazingly...
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The last few weeks my quality of sleep has declined drammatically_
I've always been a snorer ( many of you probably know that already )
but seems I stop breathing numerous times a night_
I took my digital recorder + sure enough I struggle to sleep.

In Sleep Apnea, when you approach REM sleep
the point at which we dream
the muscles in throat are...
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Robert Frost once wrote with a Sharpie on a box of Wheaties over Karl Malone, the Mailman's, headband that the world'd sign with fire then the fucker distracted said ice. Imagine a picturesque lake rimed in cashmere and the gelatinous gingham flecked form of Robert Frost evolving from a stump on the side of the lake drawing up devices to pack his sandwiches with red...
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Happy New Year Everyone!

I wish you all the best for the new year.

I went back home to Indianapolis and saw the old factory where my friends and I had studios. It was recently purchased by the city to make into office space for state and city departments. To see it in such a state was kind of heartbreaking, but at the same time...
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I am tired of Cranbrook.

I'm back! for another year of mischief.

Shipoopi!

Hi everyone, My subscription here runs out on the 22nd and I've decided to let it. I'm not on here that often, but it has been fun and I hope everyone does well... you can always catch me at my myspace!

xo
Matt

The Recording is Shot

Brain smoke body broken dixieland blood radio
drag my nose on a dream, pixel people drinking
but she listens to it, more or less, all night.

A few voices in the garage.



bassoon clavier & brass

Chicago was still in bed;
he woke up early and dark,
laid a lead jacket on her lung
and violet petals in her mouth.

I zigged when I should've zagged

traumatic wakeup repeater
in grave walker vibrato
crumples his car
cuts a bunny with a mower
dies a thousand times
in a glacier trolling its beard
through white flecked forests

splayed on rocks
phosphorescent chyme on moss
stewed tomato aorta
cerebellum shivers
from firefly camping