The Ouroboros, also spelled Ourorboros, Oroborus, Uroboros or Uroborus (pronounced /ˌjʊəroʊˈbɒrəs/ or /ʊˈrɒbɔrɔs/), is an ancient symbol depicting a serpent or dragon swallowing its own tail and forming a circle. It has been used to represent many things over the ages, but it most generally symbolizes ideas of cyclicality, unity, or infinity. The ouroboros has been important in religious and mythological symbolism, but has also been frequently used in alchemical illustrations. More recently, it has been interpreted by psychologists, such as Carl Jung, as having an archetypical significance to the human psyche.

Plato described a self-eating, circular being as the first living thing in the universe — an immortal, perfectly constructed animal.

also, moebius strip
also, klein bottles
also, strange loops

been writing alot lately.
poems, stories, fables,
also been reading alot

freud's the interpretation of dreams
the dictionary of symbols
and an idiot's guide to hypnosis


want to read
carl jung man and his symbols
finish invisible man by ralph ellison
anything on cryptography

got a couple new buns in the oven
(idea-wise) and the usual three day hump of getting into summer is over now
came to a realization

i like to do "serious, meaningful" conceptual artwork but sometimes it messes with my head. It just gets to be too much; I get too serious and self-critical, and it stops being fun, so i become hard on myself and very self-deprecating. I cannot be a serious artist all the time. Sometimes i just want to draw superheroes and comics. So yes, my artwork is not always so serious and deep. But what is? Art isn't, and life definitely isn't.


happy friday the thirteenth,
too bad for all you paraskavedekatriaphobics
and crusaders, those 701 years ago.

IT was perfect.
      The color scheme was exactly as
      he imagined it. soft warm yellows
      and aquas, velvety crimsons. Each
      dot looked just like the dusty aging
      comics that lined the walls &
      shelves of his bedroom
                        High on particles of KRYLON + RUSTOLEUM
                        drifting through his sinuses and
                        staining his fingernails, he let out
                        a bonechilling victory howl into
                        the night
            THE PULPKID HAS RISEN!!
BEFORE HE KNEW IT HE HEARD
THE ANGRY SCREECH OF SIRENS,
THE PULSING RED & BLUE
LIGHTS SENDING ULTRAVIOLET
SPLINTERS INTO THE ALLEYWAY
      they'll never catch me he said
      and the sweet blue-black arms of night
      embraced him, and he
                              vanished

it fills itself
Gorges his hard steel stomach
with dirty diapers
candy wrappers
and frozen dinners
gluttonous devil

it spits up its heavy load
Heaves her skywards, and deposits it underground
eventually she healds over
a delicate sod skin, green, but it
cannot contain the stench
and ooze of his breath
on her gentle flesh

Sun,
low on the horizon, tucked in by the
technicolor vapours of twilight
The sky is infinite here, and blue, it overwhelms the streets
and homes beneath it

steel tracks still baked from the noontime desert heat
reveal frolicking lizards basking in the
remnants of daylight

as weeds grow sinewy and touch, the thorny distant cousins
of flora from a more delicate time
push up tenacious yellow blossoms
that seem more brave than beautiful
born into a life of sanctifying muck
and the red-rusted iron of dilapidation

Pastel pink and bleak white
of faded old cigarette cartons
the glitter of broken beer bottles
strewn about, become just another part
of nature
reabsorbed, forgotten
it grows darker
this place more wild still
more dangerous at night
i should go home

AND A FEW FABLES FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE

THE BIRTH OF DEATH

One night, a six-eyed unicorn emerged from the magma-coated blistering center of the earth and encountered a woman. Her name was Apple, daughter of the exiled son Esau. The demon unicorn looked upon her and said to her,

"Apple, YOU are The Harbinger of Death (c), YOU are pregnant with Death (c)".

And Apple wept at this all night for she did not like the name Death(c) at all,
and additionally she was praying for a girl-baby.

Nine months later, Death(c) was indeed born, and when his mother looked upon him, she was truly amazed, for he cried out like a baby byst was comprised solely of bones. At this, the mother-apple was content,
for she knew her son would never suffer from obesity.

THE MARRIAGE OF TRUTH AND DEATH

Sixteen fortnights after the dawn of time,

Death wandered mournfully
through the hallways and streets of his neighborhood, waiting for He-Man or Peewee's playhouse to come onto the television. During his meditations in the streets and hallways, Death came to the realization that he was a very lonely boy indeed.

At this thought, he sat in the street of his neighbors and wept sorrowfully, when a maiden came out of her home to take out the garbage. When Death encountered her he covered his face in shame for he knew
he was Death and he knew that his duty was to be fearsome.
The maid was Truth, a resplendent and glorious beauty with the antlers of a deer, the purest being in the entire neighborhood.
When she looked upon Death's melancholic demeanor, she comforted him. When Death looked upon her again and saw her pure beauty he wept even harder.

Then Truth looked deep into the eye-sockets of Death and said,
"Death, thouest a mournful creature, shan't thee enter my house and enjoy a game of Atari?"
And Death accepted Truth's generosity and played Atari with her. The two glorious children were a sight to be seen, and were married immediately after. And all the demons were sorrowfull when they heard this for they knew their friend Death was now
totally whipped.