Kahala Bugeye

v2, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Face Column

Face Column, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Back Totem

5z, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Totem

6z, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Zon

IMG_7183, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

I have an album cover, If I only had an album...

...but is it Art?

Photo 264, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello there everybody.

Just wanted to Say somthin to validate this post...

Kaptain Chaos

Kaptain Chaos, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hey.

New media:

Cult: the movie

A Dark Night @ the rRed Elephant


k den

-D

Schwepa dznodka Photo 227

Photo 227, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hey there everybody!

Photo 28, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hangover

Photo 3, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Steve

Steve, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello.

I have entered into the world beyond the PC. I have a tool to work with now. I am in training.

Mo Bush

Mo Bush, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Beauty in this world.

Town Bound

Town Bound, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

By the way, I have another Blog. www.adarknight.blogspot.com

That thing has info on the rRed Elephant Show. Picks and words on the subject.

By the way, if you click on any (well, most) of the pictures on both of these blogs, you will be taken to my photo blog on flickr.

ok.

"You're fine."

Rebecca, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello.

I don't really know who I'm addressing here. I know some people that read this sometimes. Friends of mine. I find myself writing this for them, to some extent. When I actually do decide to write. Them. You. You and them. I didn't used to write for you. I used to write for them exclusively. The audience. The consumers of stage and page. And the gawkers as well. The idle passerby that double takes on some thing or another that they engaged by happenstance.

I do want to grab your attention. I know that for sure. I don't always know why or how. It's my compulsion. The subject matter doesn't matter.

My function is to get some attention. It's the main thing I think about really. I think of myself as a modern day barker and hawker that draws in the crowd to watch the freak show. Style of pitch adapted to the environment. Come one, come all, a show for all ages, but especially relevant to you in particular. Yes you. Who else would I be talking to? The you I'm talking to, that part of you that is the same as the part of me that wrote this, may be skeptical, which is natural, as my me is skeptical about your interpretation of this whole thing we're doing here. But I trust the whole thing will work out to our satisfaction.

To me continued...





It' more easy here on glowing page than live onstage to

Objectified

Pixelated 102, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Transcribed:
Sept. 25th 2006 Waimanalo

Home alone. Around 10pm. Chorus of bugs making night sounds in my right ear. The second hand on the bedside clock in my right ear... Gecko chuckles all around as random punctuation. Dogs barking as slight percussion in the distance. But enough about me.

Externally:

Calm quiet country style 3000 miles from anywhere.

Internally:

Anxiety about the mystery
that carries me with surity
through my own and owned apprenhensions
over taking things easy
when I so easily take things hard.

A plan in action in my own inaction?

Inadvertant Taogasm.

The MYSTERY as The Question:

How do I pull off this life?

Objects In Mirror are Closer Than They Appear...

Cocka4 076, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

It's really tough for me to write with any kind of point in mind. My words are like slo-mo freestyle that don't always rhyme. Fresh and relevant to the moment. Snap shot of a mental state in a place in time that never was and never will be. The novelty of the expression is it's value more than the points made, or not made, in the piece. Or, the conclusions arrived at. or bypassed.

Or the obscure poetic style of obtuse self indulgence made public record. These words are sometimes water to drink, spice for flavour, Junk food for mental mastication. Sometimes ambrosia for the senses we can't convences us we have.

In Space No One Can Hear You Screen...

Cocka4 117, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

I have recently been informed that some people read my blog on occasion. Hi there to you who that is. Thanks for checking in on my process as a blogger and a human. The info flow from my site has been slight I know. Sparce. I've been hesitant to write about my life as I know the power of words. A defining line can initiate a crossroads and a direction. The pilot of my life has been in derelection: still moving along the stream of life, but facing what I pass as I go with the flow, not watching where I'm going. I could turn around I suppose, Watch where I'm going.

Writing honestly can be such a pain in the ass. I could just be typing along, minding my own business, when WHAM, an undeniable truth spills on the page...Do you know how to wash out the stain of undeniable truth when it spills on the fabric of your existance?


I suppose the truth ain't all that bad. It doesn't have to be brutal to be effective. I could just continue to talk about the truth and not actually have to deal with it directly. Or I could talk about that there phenomena for the sake of objectivity.

Lies. So many lies. Lies so fucking deep they creep into every level of our existance: Social (we're all equal), Cultural (except me and you), Theological (there is only ONE and it's not you), Political (our Nation is split in two), Sexual( repression as a key to heaven), Mental (Cognitive ability not a priority), Biological (Doctor knows best), Metaphysical (What you see is what you get, forget about the rest), Psychedelical (That's the rest we told you to forget about, so stop gawking at what doesn't exist), Excederalical ( The shadow and periphery are not to be regarded). Period.

Upsetter. Spoiler. What game are we playing? Who has framed this debate that predicates that we are more at odds than not? How many ways can we forget that we are one? Who are you at odds with now? The Loudmouth, the Jerk, the Inferior of Status that you can't live without? Yourself?

Myself. Can I embrace the truth in a sustainable way? Can my persona handle the replies when I address the lies in my life and ours? And can I survive the revise should one be necessary?

What is the price of living in a lie, willfully? I think we, personally and collectively have the opportunity to live honestly but forgo that choice for conventionality. Default conviviality .

Suffocating honesty in social lubrication.
Sacrifice integrity for fear of Isolation.
Atomize humanity by breaking down relations

Stop making waves and we settle in stagnation


Thrown from the stream of life
the individualized of the one-fits-all size identity
lies face down in demographic puddles
Sucking social embrionic fluids
in lieu of the soul stinging oxygen of honesty

Thats a mouthfull. I gotta take a break, I'm getting dizzy.

The Hanged Garden

Garden 090, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

I used to be a writer. I used to write. I used to write things on this very blog that I thought some people might dig reading.

I've been doing this life thing; playing around with making choices that shape me as a human. And stuff.

" if it's good, it's fun, and if it's bad it's funny."
-that Courtney dude from the Dandy Worhols

Wierd 9/11 facts

cocka 118, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Lifted from Craigslist for your amusement...



>Weird 9/11 Facts
Reply to: pers-209282799@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-09-19, 1:26AM HST



Weird 9/11 Facts




1) New York City has 11 letters



2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.



3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.



4) George W Bush has 11 letters.



5) The two twin towers make an "11"



This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:




1) New York is the 11th state.



2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.



3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11



4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11



5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11



6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.



Sheer coincidence..?

cockatiel eggs

cocka 137, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Gecko eggs are next.