Justin Stone's creekbed

songs, prayers, poetry, stories, art, photographs, moving pictures, fondnesses, tall-tales and meditations

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Friday, August 25, 2017

The Final Room

We were a deeply confused people. He said it was a little room right behind his, nobody had been murdered there in a few days, and we were good to go.


Monday, August 21, 2017

Agents from I don't know where (National Geographic? NASA? HUAC? Chillax Brothers Reunion Committee? Sundance Film Lab? Kubrick's estate?) murdered me minutes after the sun snapped this photograph. I'm afraid there will be a podcast or docudrama this fall. Don't tune or dial or drop or click or dip or check or buzz in. Please. Remember me as I was: inky, viscous, halfway-there, compromised, sometimes scratching, sometimes soughing.

















Lesser Sun Blots

They encourage you to continue
not looking at anything today.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Almost tried to work and be to something else today, but I can't quit Sun Kil Moon.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Not only is white nationalism not just another legitimate "side" in the conversation, but white supremacy is always-already status quo, and that's the necessary conversation.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Ok, THIS just too- Gren goblin! rare- 10000 g's- first come serve       PM me asap PLZ!


Thursday, August 10, 2017

Steve king's it now in tv! Get your own eyes first- but no reading lol. u can see it- $20'0000 first bid. DP me plz ASAP     if I don't go back right away I'm


Selling. Imediately. Now. $10,0000 each. U can see what they R.
#finaldays #finalofer #nochecks
AM me ASAP plz



"please stop saying yassss"

—nobody's friend

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Lincoln's desecrated corpse quietly cries blood
(all our history-less, human-less endeavor)