the visualz

highways in this country really mess with your identity. if it isn't making you feel bad for not knowing your new testament, it's taunting you to stop and say hello to the friendly folks that live in cracker barrels, waffle houses, and sbarro's (which i figure is some kind of native american saying...which makes me feel worse for not having cultural sensitivity). my community don't have none of this...i'm really not feeling "alive with pleasure" as you say. however, this country affords everyone the right to their independence of spirit and with patience you can find your identity on the side of the road. mine smells like rae dawn chong.

signs and billboards are america's way of telling you where you're going. they also sell shit too.

jerome, arizona, 2008

mr. mark will trade mom's basement for an overnight in a waffle house one day.