This is great!

Darth Vader Hot air baloon, this is great.

You can’t get fresher than this.

Happy endings or not??

We’re still here are you??

Check this vid out and more on YouTube.
Rime Pimps out New Jerseys Trailer Park.
Gotten a few chances to see Jersey Joes Art In person,
Got to say I want one.

Damnit Jersey Joe We want your paintings!!!

Pixillation:Using human beings as objects (what’s new?) in stop-motion animation.

Final Piece from the Series: Just don’t ask how long it took— I don’t wanna talk about it. Sidenote: I never played with barbies as a kid. And now I remember why….

The red writing in the right corner reads,'’it’s sixteen miles to the promised land and I promise you I’m doing the best I can'’(Rilo Kiley, With Arms Outstretched)
And a close up of the poetry from the middle picture

mmmmm, Lorca. It’s the first three stanzas of Romanca Sonambulo and reads:

Green, how I want you green.

Green wind. Green branches.

The ship out on the sea

and the horse on the mountain.

With the shade around her waist

she dreams on her balcony,

green flesh, her hair green,

with eyes of cold silver.

Green, how I want you green.

Under the gypsy moon,

all things are watching her

and she cannot see them.

At my fingertips, an ash assurance

that all will fall away.

_

Smoke is silken swaddling

to soothe a sighing heart.

It curls around,

straps and fuses down

scraps that began slipping

-

Perhaps better left apart.

-

Slighted, I kiss the silver serpentine spirals.

Tendrils transparent

like lies in hindsight.

With a glowing gasp I give them leave,

to dance unseen with starry lovers.

_

From the lighter’s grit and grind,

I breathe my heat

and stomp it out

with the forgiveness of concrete.

Overheard Heathenistic Hubris
-
And what about

your wife?

Is she a Buddhist too?
-
No,

she started going to church

when I left her.
-
After me,
-
apparently,
-
the next best thing is

Jesus.
-
-
-
Cooking
-
Fanning the smoke and haze

with a spatula,

out

the flung open

door.

I laughed louder than

the smoke alarm,

and he blamed the

Pinot Noir.
-
-
-
Classic Cinematic
-
hunching over the desk, not

mahogany

stained oak.

shoulders cave in, not

weak

worn down
-
slanted light

through venetian blinds

slices across

his face and

spells

PRIVATE EYE

backwards

on the wall

where

a shapely shadow

appears

slender fingers knock
-
-
enter femme fatale

The first (and shortest) piece in a series of 6 stop motion animations, all done over the course of 9 days
‘’The Mixtape'’

This is great!

Darth Vader Hot air baloon, this is great.

You can’t get fresher than this.

Happy endings or not??

We’re still here are you??

Check this vid out and more on YouTube.
Rime Pimps out New Jerseys Trailer Park.
Gotten a few chances to see Jersey Joes Art In person,
Got to say I want one.

Damnit Jersey Joe We want your paintings!!!

Pixillation:Using human beings as objects (what’s new?) in stop-motion animation.

Final Piece from the Series: Just don’t ask how long it took— I don’t wanna talk about it. Sidenote: I never played with barbies as a kid. And now I remember why….

The red writing in the right corner reads,'’it’s sixteen miles to the promised land and I promise you I’m doing the best I can'’(Rilo Kiley, With Arms Outstretched)
And a close up of the poetry from the middle picture

mmmmm, Lorca. It’s the first three stanzas of Romanca Sonambulo and reads:

Green, how I want you green.

Green wind. Green branches.

The ship out on the sea

and the horse on the mountain.

With the shade around her waist

she dreams on her balcony,

green flesh, her hair green,

with eyes of cold silver.

Green, how I want you green.

Under the gypsy moon,

all things are watching her

and she cannot see them.

At my fingertips, an ash assurance

that all will fall away.

_

Smoke is silken swaddling

to soothe a sighing heart.

It curls around,

straps and fuses down

scraps that began slipping

-

Perhaps better left apart.

-

Slighted, I kiss the silver serpentine spirals.

Tendrils transparent

like lies in hindsight.

With a glowing gasp I give them leave,

to dance unseen with starry lovers.

_

From the lighter’s grit and grind,

I breathe my heat

and stomp it out

with the forgiveness of concrete.

Overheard Heathenistic Hubris
-
And what about

your wife?

Is she a Buddhist too?
-
No,

she started going to church

when I left her.
-
After me,
-
apparently,
-
the next best thing is

Jesus.
-
-
-
Cooking
-
Fanning the smoke and haze

with a spatula,

out

the flung open

door.

I laughed louder than

the smoke alarm,

and he blamed the

Pinot Noir.
-
-
-
Classic Cinematic
-
hunching over the desk, not

mahogany

stained oak.

shoulders cave in, not

weak

worn down
-
slanted light

through venetian blinds

slices across

his face and

spells

PRIVATE EYE

backwards

on the wall

where

a shapely shadow

appears

slender fingers knock
-
-
enter femme fatale

The first (and shortest) piece in a series of 6 stop motion animations, all done over the course of 9 days
‘’The Mixtape'’