My body and my speech
My clothes and my teeth
Betray me
I am 10,000 people all at once
And I am wiser than I seem

I’ve never read a poem that’s as good as a milk shake
I’ve never had a milk shake that’s as good as a woman
I’ve only had a handful of women
Figure that one out

I feel as though I’m on the precipice of a
or a breakdown
or a touchdown

I despise many aspects of my own personality
Sometimes when I speak it’s just my father talking

I am a card carrying member of the post-confidence generation.
the only thing I am confident in is that I am confident in nothing.
How can one be confident in a world
created by confident men before us
I mean take a look around, why dontcha.

I think it’s probably time a divorced lesbian pot smoking muslim
rules the country
I’m sick of all these old bald white men
they’re boring
and they smell like talcum powder
and steak sauce
and they’re fucking silly

I often wonder if my apathy
is the result of designed, systematic
brainwashing on the part of the US government.
But I’m not confident in that assessment.

If you say apathy 10 times fast while holding your tongue
it sounds like a sweatshop

I’m confident in pancakes with maple syrup.
I’m confident that I’ve seen
far too many photos of naked models with handguns
On the internet. I’m done with that shit.

I want to stand naked
I want to stand for something
I want to stand proud
I wish I was born 500 years ago

I used to only write these things so
I could tweet/facebook/instagram about them
and watch the hits come in.

fuck the teenage head
what on earth even is this website?
I’m deleting it
it’s embarrassing.

Do you think butterflies remember being caterpillars?
Do they miss their caterpillar friends?


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The following photos were taken throughout East Los Angeles. Shot on a Canon AE-1 with Fugicolor 200. EH

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I couldn’t tell if the stars were particularly bright
or if the moon was just darker than it usually is.
Your jeans smelled like weed and mothballs
that were made in Poughkeepsie,
or some other place where mothballs are made.

I thought it was funny when you burnt the vinyl seats
in your dad’s car. I tried to act concerned,
but it all smelled like a big joke to me
like when I used to steal matches out of the top drawer
to melt rubber bands together
to make bigger rubber bands
that seemed to travel faster when shot
over the fence at the neighbors cat.

I’m not sure if I have ever seen you
so worried as if your hair would be less blonde the next day,
or as if cigarettes wouldn’t taste as good after.

Gabriel YOUNES

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I was commissioned to take these photographs for the new WD-40 ad campaign. I hope you enjoy.  EO

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Before I left for Big Sur, the very talented photographer Delaney Teichler recommended that I pick up some Fuji Velvia 100. I have little experience with slide film, so I only shot two rolls of it. Immediately after getting the film processed, I wish I would have brought much more with me.

In addition to the “technicolor explosion” of the Velvia, I had beautiful subject matter: Big Sur. And although I am happy with how most of these shots turned out, they don’t do Big Sur justice. It’s impossible to capture the overwhelming beauty of Big Sur in a single frame – or even a series of single frames.

The following pictures were taken while traveling from San Luis Obispo through Big Sur up to Carmel, CA. Shot on a Canon AE-1 with Fugi Velvia 100 Color Slide Film.


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John Fahey – Bicycle Built For Two
Father John Misty – Bored In The USA
Hamilton Camp – I Shall Be Released
Springtime Carnivore – Other Side Of The Boundary
Tobias Jesso Jr. – Just A Dream
Jessica Pratt – Back, Baby
Warren Zevon – Desperados Under The Eaves
Van Morrison – I’m Not Feeling It Anymore

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I recently took the “James Dean Death Route” from Los Angeles to Cholame, CA, where on September 30th, 1955, a 24 year old James Dean crashed his Porsche Spyder into the side of 23 year old Donald Turnupseed’s 1950 Ford Tudor Coupe.

The first half of the route from LA to Cholame looks much different today than it did in 1955 – the land is developed, the highways are re-built (Hwy 5 runs parallel to Hwy 99, also known as “The Old Road” that Dean took), and the old landmarks such as Dean’s house and the mechanic’s shop have long since been knocked down or restored. One of the few remaining locations in LA from Dean’s final hours is the gas station at the intersection of Beverly Glen and Ventura Blvd, where Dean stopped for gas before departing for a race in Salinas, CA (this location would later serve as a landmark for the Manson murders, when in August of 1969, Tex Watson and the Manson girls drove a ’59 Ford down from Benedict Canyon to the same gas station to clean the blood off their bodies).

However, the second half of the route is much the same today as it was almost 60 years ago. Hwy 46 is a desolate two lane road that weaves through vineyards and stoic valleys, almost entirely free of billboards, lights, and road signs. Alongside Hwy 46 is Blackwell’s Corner (previously advertised as having “The World’s Largest Parking Lot”) where Dean made his final stop. A half hour later, he’d be dead.

There’s a modest shrine to Dean at the junction of Hwy 46 and Hwy 41 – very easy to miss unless you’re looking for it. Following the GPS coordinates down Hwy 46 is an eerie experience, knowing that in 10 miles – 5 miles – 2 miles – 1/2 mile you’ll be at the exact spot where he died, and also knowing that Dean did not have this foresight. He was completely unaware that in 10 miles – 5 miles – 2 miles – 1/2 mile he’d be dead.

The following pictures were taken on Halloween, October 31st, 2014, beginning in Los Angeles and continuing through Lost Hills, CA, Cholame, CA, and ending at The Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo, CA. Shot on a Canon AE-1 with Kodak Portra 400.


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The Great Society – Love You Girl
J.J. Cale – Magnolia
Fifty Foot Hose – God Bless The Child
United States Of America – Stranded In Time
The Moody Blues – Tuesday Afternoon
Roky Erickson – The Times I’ve Had
Curtis Mayfield – The Makings Of You
Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland – 2 (Baby)
Culture Club – Miss Me Blind
Cass McCombs – Sacred Heart

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Spread the Halloween Gospel and watch A Micro Horror Anthology directed by my good friend Ryan Ohm.

Have a wonderful Halloween…


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Many of you may already know that my sweet baby angel, Greta Morgan, has a new LP coming out on Autumn Tone Records next week under the moniker Springtime Carnivore. I’ve been doing videos for Springtime Carnivore since the beginning; in fact last year we produced a Halloween video for her song “Creature Feature” — a track which is also on the upcoming record. Sadly however, this year other projects and obligations got the best of us. Between Greta’s touring schedule and my new cookbook, we didn’t have time to shoot another spooky video for All Hallows’ Eve.

But then Greta and I received the above clip in our inbox.

We have no idea who made this or why or how. In the signature of the email, the sender referred to himself simply as THE BEAST. The body of the note was written in indecipherable, Japanese gibberish, which even Google Translate could not convert.

I warn you. It is disturbing. Watch at your own discretion.

Happy Halloween.


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