I was never really here/ranxid /
smeagol in your notes / artist, bassist, scribbler/ proud baltimorian/
prince with a thousand enemies/ cancer warrior/ never anon unless directed to do so for fun/
**Warnings/ Disclaimers**
you might see some stuff here. buckle up for that. at any time this blog can revert to a hospital diary blog. that can be morbid, gross, or disturbing to some. feel free to filter tags below. everyone is welcome. everyone is safe. I love asks or feedback. multiple fandoms. some melancholy. articles of all kinds with a nerdy predilection for the sciences. 57cismale married 35yrs to Artemesia, the unadmited and unrealized dark princess of the night. have explored all avenues because that's what life is for. my sexuality is not up for debate but if you hang around long enough its usually up for display. chronic oversharer. aortic dissection in 2017. cancer battle after until today. still lives on coffee and tobacco. son of jazz pianist Jessica Williams. sadly I am also the devils nephew. my tags are as follows: 'life from a box truck' tag is my adventures as a furniture service tech in and around DC and Baltimore. my war rig (26ft box truck.) was named moya and we got around. 'stomach cancer' heart trouble' and 'hospital log' document the battle. 'ranxid' is music and art by me. I love to showcase other artists of all kinds. see my ugly mug in the tag 'my ugly mug' you will also not be able to avoid my politics. tough titties. 'gardening' tag to see my plant worship. 'my turtle chronicles' is my adventure being the inadvertent turtle whisperer. 'stories from the sitting room' is my little diary to embarrass us both. its where I park my smeagoling and telling my tall tales. have fun and live every day like it's the last. this shit is shorter than you think.
remember, you have a block button.
writing down “had a frozen lasagna for dinner. it was subpar” in my diary and thinking smugly about how i’m recording the common lives of 2024 for future anthropologists
Beautifully-observed & realistic figure of a sleeping Antelope incised on rock up to 10,000 years ago at Tin Taghirt, Tassili n'Ajjer in Algeria, one of the largest & most important groupings of prehistoric cave art in the world.
“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass. […] We’re in the world, not against it. […] The world is, no matter how we think it ought to be. You have to be with it. You have to let it be.”
— Ursula Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
(via exhaled-spirals)
Two of my designs with Night Landscapes have been selected and featured on garments print for Paul Smith, Red Ear Collection! These garments are now available for purchase on the Paul Smith Japan website 🙏🏻
It's an honour to have my designs featured by such an iconic brand!
There may be a limited amount, in Paul Smith London Beak St store and Wooster Street, NYC around September!!!