http://www.sendspace.com/file/awbzen

I can't really imagine any one except myself enjoying this album. It is really anxious and jarbled and sort of like being attacked by an electric chainsaw that is running low on power so it keeps starting and stopping and making really dynamic discordant noises. It is pretty much a failure, but in the places where it is not, it is a huge success. And that's why I'm posting it. Also so Vincent will put up the Broken Flowers soundtrack.

lowest intensity chainsaw hackage: Horses, Memphis, Surfer Girl (unless you're fond of the original Beach Boys version)

In my head my video is getting stranger and stranger, with screaming logs and digging korean war survivors out of the ground. But on my camera, all I have are some shots of leaves and my dog peeing in the neighbor's bushes. And my mom won't let me flood the garage.

hope everyone is having a good time with their moms, or i guess without too

and hey try and answer: how does the world exist outside of your perception of it? If crocodiles can see more colors and dogs can hear more sounds, is there a natural condition of the world and the universe that surpasses any one organism's comprehension of it? Or does the universe only exist as a product of our viewing it?
basically, the age old "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" question

and it's all impossible. I thought I was done with all of this after my third grade conversation with Claire Osada in line for softball, "so...what is outside of us?"
"if there weren't us would there be nothing?" "why is there anything instead of nothing at all?" And we looked at each other confused, and then gave up and started in on the much more tangible topic of jello-filled swimming pools. (It was a hot day)
But evidently, as long as i'm living with access to a comfy bed/hammock, a surplus of oatmeal and homework that I am not quite ready to tackle, i'm not done. And the more I look at the things, the less I understand.