Know your enemy

The hunted has become the hunter.
Will you be ready?
Are you ready now?

This spring, death has wings.

Eid ul Adha

Persuading a goat to travel by rickshaw is tricky business.

"One goat is to be sacrificed for one person," says Mullah Javed Anwar.

This guy is a participant
in a muslim goat fair
in northern india.
I really
really
really
like his style.
You glare on goatman.
Glare on with your heartsong
Searing through the horns and
bleats.

"You can tell if it's a good goat by its size and number of teeth," these boys say.

thanks to the bbc for photos and captions

Beakskin

So much, I havent had time to write.

















That's all the apologizing I will do. Many people in my life are leaving lately. Star has gone on to France. Ben has gone on to ummm...well, he's gone to the horizon as far as I know (he's elusive). My good friend Eric left this morning (also for France). Did we send him off well? We did indeed. It was a night of really warm feelings, heartsongs, succulent lamb,

children learning, laughs, fire, hugs, fine belgian ales, and sleepy beings holing up behind bookshelves like elven cobblers.















Eric I will see soon however, as I am leaving too. Turns out my contract leads me to Saint Petersburg (Leningrad)













instead of Moscow. I will skulk through Raskolnikov's alleyways


















and eyefuck the winter palace. Its going to be much colder than Moscow, but I am Minnesotan....














I fear no chill. Besides, from what I hear, the Russian longcoat industry


















is second to none. I've felt strange of late. Disconnected. When you've made up your mind to go somewhere, and the departure is imminent, it feels like you've already gone. Im phantomally these days...


















wispy. Selling my possessions, packing boxes, smashing confetti eggs (sorry Star) in my distraction. So it goes. My friends are present a lot of late, and though it sometimes seems as if there is already a spiritual distance wall being erected between us, they are supportive and congratulatory. It is a wonderful opportunity we leavers have. To see another way of living. New worlds in the old world. Hope all ye who read this find happiness and peace today. Embrace your dear ones, for ye know not when they too may leave.

New Developments

The new year has come! With it danger, hipster fights, old friends, plans for covert operations, and the loss of prized possesions.

My dear friend Ben Berger, a known vagabond and wanderer made a visit to Austin to ring in the new year with myself and our other friends down here. Ben knows how to enjoy life, that much is for sure.















He agreed to join my campaign against the peeper. At one point during the weekend, our ears trained to the slightest leafy disturbance in my backyard, we rushed out lights, clubs and pistols ready, only to find an extremely startled husky.
















We are ready at any moment. My good friend Mateo Bruns also opted to join our elite anti-peep squadron and immediately leapt into the control chair.




















This man makes his own bows and arrows from tree limbs. He is a powerful ally. The new year was rung in beautifully and love, warmth, and enthusiasm were shared by all. Nick, Bop, their respective ladies, MCP and his lover, Morgan and Jenny, Ben and myself all shouted and drank with gusto. I heard the day before that I have officially been offered a postion in Moscowtown Russia.













There was a toast to that as well. Afterwards, Ben and I went to another party where we encountered a drunken Turbo,




















and the aftermath of a wicked, neck-slashing, hipster party. Who know the fey dandies of this town would go that far. Funny how people that profess the same (counter)cultural ideologies are prone to throw down on a moments notice.















My bike is stolen.

What with the recent car break in, peeper attacks, bike thefts, and general disarray in mi barrio. I feel like the city of Austin is rejecting me like a bad organ transplant.















It is time to leave. However, operation peepstun is still underway, and I will see it through to its bloody, burning, charred completion.