put it in escrow

http://www.jakestephens.net is now alive... no content... but c'mon, I done bought it shore enough!

torpedo hash melanoma

thanks to john mundt over at www.johnmundtesquire.com for mentioning my loquacion location to the wider world. john draws groovy picutures and is a funny guy. and yes i know loquacion is not a word. if you've read any of the other posts, you know that's not a problem for me.

i always worry that people just think i can't splel propoperly.

sure as chimbling rabidity, i'm back to the world at large - keep it real ya'll.

it came from the shower...

where all of my interesting thoughts appear, the water, this sprang from me today:

metastatial reprise

as certain and unchanging as the black to grey moment before the dawn,
when realization colors the sky rosy fingered and eyes fill with sand,
this wheel eternally returns, bringing us back to the same realizations,
over and over and over,
overturning, underturning,
pinning us to the onionskin of life’s appearance like gravity

proof, he calls it, of god’s non-existence is just as certain,
but he knows and i know that it’s just as certainly uncertain:
the path of a raindrop,
a single piece of dust suspended by natural law in a watery cocoon –
yesterday a dewdrop
tomorrow a tear

i certainly awoke this morning, mindful
i lathered and cleaned and rinsed and considered,
awestruck that such divinity should touch me as these words:
metastatial reprise,
fluid, changing, static moments,
renewed and never returning, ever returning

not sure of who to thank,
i thanked god,
myself, water,
casting about for an inkling of existential proof,
soapy fingers grasping fleetingly the mercurial concept,
unable to forsake the implicit notion
that i am, that i will, that i was

and somehow,
that
is enough



-jakeStephens
12.20.2006

less than turkey

stuffin and kibble, now at 13 cents off.
That,
sounded,
so much the better for it
when it lived in my ear

is ringing and swinging from a salvation army bell,
this jubilant feeling of generousity;

the best part about growing old, is growing wise.


studio giblet now has some funky video from the (possibly defunct?) production by fishook films, sltfkr, or, as it came to be called as everyone involved in the project, Ghouls, for as time went on, the grisly reality of what making a movie as disturbing as this was more controversy than any of us could bear - more rebuke in one spurning glance of the public's eye, your eye, than we could carry upon our backs, hunched and doubled from the gravity of it.

But I digress - the trailer was comprised of footage of the stars from a previous underground production created in a downtown loft apartment, as well as some fisheye black and white footage that was grabbedfrom a security cam.

The editing is not bad, if I do say so myself.

Not too shabby. *pat, pat*