Tryin to be

All this social media has got me exhausted
There's too much to share
Everyone stealing everything everywhere
Creating images of who we are
Pretending extending pretension extension
What we like and what we do
I think I'm something
Why don't you?

Everyone I see is a little bit better
Drawing painting singing, what luck.
Maybe it's because I'm writing this post
Instead of practicing I'll just fuck.

You've got a nice art

Everyone should check this ALBUM out. Good compilation of magical paintings and pictures.










Far out photo manipulations by the man, Erik Johansson check his portfolio

Lost Desert Moon

The saloon never closed. Its wooden doors made no choices, it's dust covered clothes. The men and their horses or pistols or cards had a knack for trouble far from mama's arms. Whiskey in their bellies and gold flakes for lunch, their smiles were toothless and their boots killed like guns. The must filled their noses, the never filled their souls, a hangout for prisoners of a place down the road. Riding or sitting they'll never get caught, the lawman who seeks them has already been shot. Left to each others' brass knuckles and arms, with only dreams of lovers to keep the place warm. Time passes... oasis evaporates... riders follow the wind blowing out the gates. Faded wood, echoes, and cobwebs, no patrons no poker no angels or gods. Lone coyote breaks silence in the empty parlor. A room in history, that dusty saloon, may it live on forever lost desert moon.

Soundtrack of my life

Sigur Rós - Gobbledigook from Sigur Rós on Vimeo.

Action

The stage is set
i havent written it yet
the mode is meaning
the rest is nonsense
teeming in time
lost by the side
writing passes by
rhythm is flow
i just hope you know

my hands are tap dancing
clapping the keys in front of me
piano, i can't play that
boarding whatever sea
concrete snow water clouds
images aroused
i might just type this endlessly
radiobeams rippling inside
we all drive

are you scared?
i dont care if i die
you all have this bit
i want to hear yours
that'd be why i'd cry
cuz u never told me
u never showed me
something shining unashamed
impossible to hide

words are only the shadows of who you are
always black on white
i'm finally unafraid to break the rhyme
so boring on that swing
or is it a wing
flapping up high
up up sky sky

i've got something i'm hiding away
patching it up
animals don't play catch
take the ball
never throw it back
funny how we think like that

precious nothings power divine rewind rewind
i want to see that part where we fall apart
but i wont remember how it happened
and i'll never get to see it again
just a shadow in a book
a reflection, picture took

erase whatever erase it all
at least then you'll think you're original

Matt Rein Live

Something I covered last month, this was my favorite track - "The Lovin"

I'm looking for partners to help produce live recordings, audio and video peeps just hit me up ericreator@gmail.com or on fbook message

Matt Rein - The Lovin' @ Gordon Biersch from Eric Hurley on Vimeo.

Begun - Seeking sponsors for New Zealand adventure. Work in general. Contact me if interested. New semester at UM. Headmelting psytunes.

Done - Steve the Bean Farmer (needs new title and illustration). Winter Break. Snow.

Favorite of all time if all that time is now.
The clock keeps on ticking
You showed me ever was never meant to last.
We listen to the tocks and measure what we lack.
But it's pointless because moments don't come back.
We could waste forever thinking about just how fast
favorites died forever ever right now.

drawings

early bird
























anatomy of an angel
























lost forest























tickleface

drawings

anatomy of an angel's heart


swoosh







I think I'll survive without the copyrights to these