brinny

it seems every time i step out on my porch there is something waiting for me...





a storm to eat me alive... or ...



a full moon so bright.. it is like day.

the sky here haunts me.. killing me with inspiration for something i don't know of yet...





but we keep driving...
and i am left to stare..





then i am brought home again were i lay to hallucinate in color and dream in digital..

















how much more robotic do we get...



maybe i will just retire...
to the window seat..



brinny


p.s. i cut my hair

edit: JUNE 24th
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you stupid fucker!