Briefly…
September 12, 2008
This GLORIOUS Interneted Weblog style World Wide Webs Site is ARDENTLY dedicated to the captured image cataloging of those who choose to UTILIZE our populous’ common areas for their PERSONAL dormancy, repose, and unrestricted napping.
We must Mind ones OBLIGATION to our Brothers and Sisters by generating a group enlightenment, by electronic mailing our digi-photo-snapped observances, by BEING EVER VIGILANT!!!
God Speed on your Journey fellow Comrades!
Dreamin about darkness and a ringing phone
February 13, 2009

Dreamin about darkness and a ringing phone...
Fat and lazy? You’re hired!
February 8, 2009

The internet is fucking boring
February 8, 2009

The Last Samuri
October 1, 2008
“Spring, 1877. This marks the longest I’ve stayed in one place since I left the farm at 17. There is so much here I will never understand. I’ve never been a church going man, and what I’ve seen on the field of battle has led me to question God’s purpose. But there is indeed something spiritual in this place. And though it may forever be obscure to me, I cannot but be aware of its power. I do know that it is here that I’ve known my first untroubled sleep in many years”.
-Nathan Algren (Tom Cruise) The Last Samuri
Portland Ikea: testing out the hot merch
October 1, 2008
Perhaps it was the chilling, soul zapping, flourescent humm of our Finest Import house wear emporium, or perhaps ones mind is placed into another zone when confronted with such an overwhelming overflowing cornucopia of sweet, sweet comfort pieces, that sent our elderly fisherman friend into the realms of slumber. Reguardless of this mans fate, we thank D, our soul Oregonian operative, for this beacon of public rest.
Be Ever Vigilant!!!
Where The Platform Ends
September 27, 2008
On the afternoon September 26, 2008 why did this duo nap? Was it the intermittent autumnal rains or to recoup necessary energy to discuss the ramifications of the American presidential debates as it pertains to public slumber. The duo was not awakened nor questioned and the answers remain in the collective unconscious, forever spewed upon the 14th Street subway platform, one public breath at a time.


















