Satisfied Jalapeno

mad poet

high as balls on tranqs. make the best art. aubrey in watercolor on yupo paper.

“where do we go from here?” “…fuck this shit.”

ref used, obviously..

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
The night
Audioslave - I am the Highway

The Satisfied - my father’s old boat, and the Jalapeno - my uncle’s old boat. Both of which made the summers in the 90s worth living for. Their names written in the same font as they were right above the swimplatform

they walked through the field at night, like they had done for the past ten years, nothing was said, just as before. nothing needed to be said. not just yet. spirals and twirls and orbs danced about and behind them, as if watching them, an annoying tail-end of something unproven and dismissed as unexplained with science. he coughed lightly and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, and broke the silence; ” a mad poet once said “better to burn out than to fade away..”. perhaps, maybe, that’s just what happened. you know? look, i know this won’t help. but.. just maybe you could let it go.. no matter how crazy these things get, things will be and always have been and go the way they go..”

aubrey and driftwood are mine. 4/9/12