24
Apr
  1. revolutionator said: this is intense as heck!!!!!

ha! thanks man! it’d be a crazy short film. i should make it.
(also, i don’t really know how to reply to replies.. so this is the best i can do)
-pete

also, i call everyone man, apparently. even when they are absolutely not a male. sorry vec :)
-pete

24
Apr
you definitely should! (also, to reply to replies, you should download Xkit, which is a browser extension that really improves tumblr’s functionality)

yay! i got xkit! i had missing-E, but that wasn’t working.
is this what it’s supposed to look like?
(i feel like such a newborn!)
-pete

23
Apr
  1. revolutionator said: this is intense as heck!!!!!

ha! thanks man! it’d be a crazy short film. i should make it.
(also, i don’t really know how to reply to replies.. so this is the best i can do)
-pete

23
Apr

a batch of snacks

i just found this really short story i wrote a year ago in my notes:

a batch snacks was under the group and each one of us knew it. we knew that mere inches from our growling, moaning stomachs was a veritable buffet of goodies. wrapped in thin brightly-colored plastic. sticks of chocolate. strands of licorice. swirls of rock-solid peppermint. all waiting to be devoured. and we were powerless to get any of it.

two days ago — two very long days ago — four of us found ourselves the survivors of a rather exciting helicopter crash. what saved us was, as a point of fact, a small family-owned convenience store. a store that we flattened with our chopper, as we spun out-of-control, dizzy, helpless, toward the earth.

now we survived. that much is certainly true. but we were assuredly not without injury. in fact, only jerry had all of his limbs. the rest of us, mangled, broken, lay defeated in a mass of crumpled metal doors and vinyl seating. jerry tried to pull us free for a while. a few hours i guess. but his old back gave out. then, like us, he slumped down with a whimper.

i could see the candy wrappers through the shards of wooden debris that once formed the convenience store’s roof. i could smell the caramel and chocolate that floated gently up from the bars whose packaging had torn. if my tongue were longer i could taste the stuff. i would wrap my tongue around the candy like a python. i would hoist it up into my salivating mouth. i would share none of it.

21
Apr

Support Daspetey creating Silly Loopy Music Videos

I just launched my Patreon page! if you get a chance, check it out at: http://www.patreon.com/daspetey
thanks!
-pete

21
Apr
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18
Apr
Another weird Mayan/Aztec piece.

Another weird Mayan/Aztec piece.

18
Apr

life lessons from a dog (part 2)

life lessons from a dog (part 2)

django, my dog, and i were out walking again the other day, and in his typical puppy way, he kept stopping to sniff things. i mean really sniff them. he was doing some kind of puppy CSI forensic sniffing up in there. so i kept tugging on his leash to get him to keep up. but it gets harder and harder to get him to break out of his sniffy spell. so finally i called “django!”, and he came immediately.

now django is part alaskan malamute. it’s a sled dog. meaning he’s bred to pull things. so me tugging on his leash like a maniac probably seemed like a gentle breeze or annoying fly. i was trying to get him to respond the way i wanted him to, forgetting what would actually work for him.

it made me think about all the problems, creative or otherwise, that i’ve encountered over the years that i tried to force to work my way. it may be nothing, but it seemed like another good entry into the Tao of Django the Dog.

17
Apr

life lessons from a dog

life lessons from a dog

the other day i was walking my dog, django (the d is silent), and he was lagging behind, sniffing things. he must have hit a particular delightful sniffy patch because he stopped completely, causing the lease to jerk. i tugged on it to get him to keep up. no response. i tugged harder. he resisted. then i got mad. in my mind he was being willful. so i yanked it hard. he snapped out of his sniffy spell and trotted up to me, tongue flapping out of his open mouth, and continued right past, as if nothing had happened.

for django, that was the end of it. he was smiley and happy and in the next moment. but i wasn’t. i was still angry. how could he be so willful and disobedient, i fumed. django had moved on, but i hadn’t. and now that was on me.

how many times did some jerk at the office say something insensitive. or the SUV that cut you off on the 405. or the person in front of you in the express checkout who clearly has more than 11 items. these things in life that wrong us. in most cases, they move on, but we can’t. we carry that anger with us for a while.

as i looked down at django’s cute little puppy face, looking around for the next thing to sniff, i felt that tiny revelation sweep over me.

16
Apr

Angry Waves.

from my upcoming graphic novel, GAIJIN.

the original watercolor pieces are available in my shop.
-pete

10
Apr
We have a puppy-worm. Does he even have legs?

We have a puppy-worm. Does he even have legs?

10
Apr
a snapshot of who opened our album announcement email. lookit those little dots in iceland!

a snapshot of who opened our album announcement email. lookit those little dots in iceland!

10
Apr
new NMK album came out today!check it out on itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/iii/id857293685

new NMK album came out today!

check it out on itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/iii/id857293685

08
Apr

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