Friday, January 15, 2016

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Monday, January 5, 2015

New Year's In Prague

A selection of my favorite Melissochka shots from the last two years

There's still plenty I have yet to see, and plenty yet to take, but here's the ones I liked the most so far.

Arriving at the airport in Fes.

On break from class during training in Fes.

In class during training in Fes. Don't let the sun fool you. There's a reason my hat and jacket is on. It's fucking cold in there.

On the roof of Hotel Oscar during a group training in Rabat, Morocco.

Fes, where we lived for two months during training. This fool was always sitting there.


Skoura, Morocco, our town. Boniface getting a bath on the roof.

Goulmima, Morocco - our friend Sanjay's summer camp.



Goulmima - 4th of July party at Sanjay's.

Goulmima - Sanjay's photo of the King himself.



Chefchaouen, Morocco




Skoura - dry riverbed running through town.

Streets of Skoura

Prague - balcony of our apartment.

Prague - view from the balcony.

Visiting Portland



Berlin - Bauhaus Museum.

Santorini, Greece - this guy's making sure the buildings stay nice and shiny.

Vatera Beach, Greece

Krakow, Poland - peeked through a hole at the top of a tower and was greeted by this little Peregrine Falcon fellow looking back.


Skoura - view from the roof of our apartment. The other direction was nothing but desolate desert. 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Friday, December 19, 2014

An Attempt to Get Cyber Attacked by North Korea

Kim Jong-Un, you little pig-faced bitch-ass shit-sucking pussy cunt cocksucker, The Interview was only a cover created to distract you from the real plot. At night, some night soon, you will wake up in your own bed, stripped down to your pink leopard thong, suffocating from your tiny little testicles stuffed in your mouth. You will try to spit them out, but you won’t be able to because a large hand will be clamped over your lips, a hand that has just wiped diarrhea from your wife’s tight little asshole. You will both have salmonella because a few days earlier someone will have unplugged your freezer and plugged it back in before anyone noticed, but not before everything inside got warm. Why'd you think that bag of frozen peas was one big chunk, dumbass? 

At first, as you wriggle in your bed, mouth full of scrotum, you will try, and succeed, to breathe through your nostrils, as the diarrhea runs down your fat little chin. But not for long. Several horny transients will finish themselves off all over your face, clogging your nostrils with their semen, and you will gag, and choke, until you lie in your bed limp, naked but for the pink thong. Your little corpse will be embalmed with a chemical created just for you so you’ll never rot, and then displayed in an art class created just for you where every day people can draw whatever they want all over your puny, pathetic, weak, little pudgy body, or pose in front of that nasty little corpse with costumes (you know, like that silly little army outfit you dress up in that makes you look like a little autistic boy obsessed with military history). Or for a small fee (don’t worry, all proceeds go straight to Seth Rogen) they can pull back the pink thong, and give your itty-bitty little limp penis a flick.