the year is basically over and it feels like a big big day is coming to an end so instead of partying we’re yawning hard into the new year . . .

every here and then i visit a city near-by or far away and check into a motel, bring a bunch of beer cans and order pizza.

this is the reflection between two characters about the blurry fantasy we paint with alcohol and other mind altering substances around our world – around us.

would you write an article about a lost pen? we do!

tape worms are like zombies.

a pretty insane poem to pump up your Saturday night . . .

while you’re wasting all your money on Boxing Day, we’re delighted to tell you the story of a poor fellow no one helps out, because everybody is busy ‘caring’ . . .

Queen and Bathurst representing the North American Dream . . .

we’re back, after more than a year of crawling through this dirty world to generate a massive amount of input to put it out here for your curiosity – you little scum-bag.

at the height of the summer – through the heat of the moment – a little poem, just for you . . .

24 exposures / 24 beer-cans / 24 hours . . .

experimental german sausage fiesta in Mainz, Jan 2016 . . .

I’m looking at blue and square. under titles and captions. a number of sub fantastic digits,

  Shot: by Schlesi Model: Lisa Location: Berlin Camera: Canon 5D 50mm 1.4                       …

(we) – a frivolous order of atoms stuck in <structure> . . .

it’s like walking…

twice a month we leave the planet and reach for the stars. we grab a snippet out of an endless stream of shredded paper and recycle the future for you . . .

happy meal, happy meal, have a crappy happy meal!

we flew to Germany – a short diary in words and three photos . . .

twice a month we leave the planet and reach for the stars. we grab a snippet out of an endless stream of shredded paper and recycle the future for you . . .