only so much loss, wheels of the universe......

a person can only take so much loss. sometimes, you have to wonder if the gears of the universe are synchronized or chaotic. but i know, there is no god, and the universe doesn't care and the only higher power we have is our consciousness. our ability to think independently. to rationalize our existence.

i hate this image.

closer to the truth

god is the devil, the devil in god. i'm getting closer to the truth about what happened to my parents in the residential school system. it's tragic. necessary. it is closure. i rage continuously because, nothing seems to change in the world, in society, in politics. it is my armour. it guides me. it protects me from phoniness, from assholes, from people who would use me. rage. it isn't necessarily a bad thing, only to those who fear it.

the grey ghost

200!

i'm working on cover options for my first book of poetry, going to be called "Stone the Crow" and released by Kegedonce Press this fall........

vancity lost.....

imagine what downtown vancity must have looked like a century ago?

instead of a forest of concrete and glass, it woulda been an actual forest....

holy wars

where there's smoke......

i've been having bad dreams lately........no more popcorn before falling asleep......always the worst nightmares.......

hope in hell

the king

dark loops part 1

dark loops

this is sort of a preview of the short film i'm making with randall eustache.....it still needs fine tuning, but it's happening!

cb

the goddess of death and fire awaits......

holy fires....

everyone is a fan of money, even jesus.....and that wall behind him, solid gold, was made from gold from south america.......

the lady always gets it right.....

men, we're fools, women kick our arse's and that's how it goes......crows though.......they live on and laugh at us all, and pick our bones through centuries.......

stone the crow II

like a sequel, but better.

2 things the world could have done without.........

that is a photo of st. george's residential school in lytton.....where both my mother and father went.......for many years.........i'd say, they're both still there really.....trapped in those memories....those walls......even though the school 'mysteriously' burned down twenty or so years ago......that is where it all went wrong, that, is the heart of it all. the burnt heart of pain, sorrow and rage.

columbus sailed the ocean blue.....

firestorms........

the past

the fall of the holy roman empire........

frozen hopes......

new posts...

well, i meant to do some new posts tonight.......unless i lost me jump drive along the way, which i dread, 'coz it had me manuscript, rare art, and films and such.......new stuff i haven't released upon a bored, fucked up world....

so, i'm gonna retrace my steps first thing in the a.m. and hopefully all will be well, if not......fuck it.....

it's hot, there's lots of mosquitoes and damn, i'm in trouble..........

cb.

re: inspiration......

well folksies.....

i'm re-inspired by the beautiful, warm, sunny weather here in the 'loops, and am creating art again like mad........actually doing stuff i like and just given'r........

so, expect a flurry of posts on this website and dig!!!!


cb

the riff

i haven't really played much guitar in the past month....so today i picked it up and that was the first thing i did on it, and so i liked it and recorded it....

cb