thank yuh, mr. culkin.

i dare '08 to be greater than this year.
happy holidays to the lovers, the haters,
and the non-participators.

scab collection.

[dated '03]
special thanks to chester for taking the time to scan them pesky slides.

sliceys and cherries.

three tears for the thumb war king
by hana lee

the year is two thousand and eighty.
and technology's surprisingly fading.
the soldiers have eaten all of their guns
and the world is peacefully waiting.

you see, the times have changed.
no more contracts or treaties arranged.
no more starving children in africa
or baby elephants caged.

for behold the thumb war king.
with a thumb that resembles swamp thing.
when evil world leaders are hungry to fight,
they fight in his thumb war ring.

[drumroll]

"and the winner is... King Thumb!"
his enemies' fingers are numb.
the crowds are filled with smiling faces.
long live peace, love, and freedom.

---

the year is two thousand one hundred.
the world is downright dumbfounded.
King Thumb was cutting his chicken pot pie
along with his strong thumb, "confound it!"

you see, now, the times will change.
world leaders will gladly arrange
their robots to eat all the women and pups
whilst explosions blast, bang, and rage.

cause, now, there's no thumb war king.
no winner to fix all things.
so when anyone comes, hungry to kill-
they'll do it, and do it with zing!









artists[ pot in dublin.

no more diagnoses.

i hate having trust issues. trust issues never get any better. they just worsen with time. with experience. you catch yourself questioning the character of everyone around you.

"can i trust you? can i trust you?"

you're asking them over and over again in your head as if they'll answer you back through the same telepathic channel.

no, you cannot trust me, i'm just as 10-faced as you are.

soon, you're having invisible conversations with these people (in your head), a good five-minute chunk out of the day. of course, they don't realize it. of course, no one else realizes it. they just think you're a little quiet today. a little punk-ass today. something must be up.

no sir. it's just my head. my gotdamn trust issues. they just won't leave me alone. can we say (whistle) crazy? hahaha. oh man, what the hell is my problem??










but there's hope for me yet.
i'm planning to watch the goonies this afternoon while eating a bag of m&ms and drinking a can of strawberry banana kerns. mm-mm-mm. a sure shot remedy for anything in the world.


artist[ yuko shimizu.