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Dirty South Goth Weed Zombie. www.thisisjacobshelton.com
minorphrases:

What wondrous things these trees were, pointy and indifferent, handed down by God himself to be napped under and to wrap one’s knuckles upon. Never before have I gazed on such floral beauty. I may have seen other trees. Magnolia, Pecan, Christmas, but none have contained the heavenly majesty held in this pointy wonder. Not only are these trees beautiful reminders of a gracious coast and a cool breeze floating off the ocean but at the very top, if one was lucky he could find a hive of delicious treats crawling through the leaves. That’s right, fat, hairy, juicy rats – crawling across the limbs and growing tan in the summer sun. I think I shall call these towers of mighty rooted majesty “rat trees.”

I’ve started writing short stories about photos that I take or that I purchase for upwards of one dollar. There are two posted at the moment but I’ll be posting more as the crow flies (if that applies to time. If not, tough beans). The first story is about a man that names trees. 

minorphrases:

What wondrous things these trees were, pointy and indifferent, handed down by God himself to be napped under and to wrap one’s knuckles upon. Never before have I gazed on such floral beauty. I may have seen other trees. Magnolia, Pecan, Christmas, but none have contained the heavenly majesty held in this pointy wonder. Not only are these trees beautiful reminders of a gracious coast and a cool breeze floating off the ocean but at the very top, if one was lucky he could find a hive of delicious treats crawling through the leaves. That’s right, fat, hairy, juicy rats – crawling across the limbs and growing tan in the summer sun. I think I shall call these towers of mighty rooted majesty “rat trees.”

I’ve started writing short stories about photos that I take or that I purchase for upwards of one dollar. There are two posted at the moment but I’ll be posting more as the crow flies (if that applies to time. If not, tough beans). The first story is about a man that names trees. 

[Fiction] Bucket's Day at the Beach by Jacob Shelton

I have a featured story in this quarter’s release of Nat Brut, one of my favorite new literary journals. If you like stories full of violence and angry omnipotent voices click that link. Then start clicking other links and quite soon you’ll have read an entire literary journal. Welcome to the liberal intelligentsia. 

Last week (I think? Time is confusing) I shot this short with my partners in rhyme Chance Royce and Therese Harvey. To get the full experience of The Break Up, shut all your windows, turn off the AC, and sit under the hottest lamps you can find. Only then will you truly understand our pain. You don’t want to do that? You’re just trying to put off work for another two minutes? That’s fine too I suppose. 

I’m very excited about the photos that Obscurala will be posting this week. Don’t dare miss a day!

I’m very excited about the photos that Obscurala will be posting this week. Don’t dare miss a day!

(Source: obscurala)

Experimental Film

Last week I had the good fortune of needing to learn how to use a piece of equipment for a job and a few friends who weren’t doing anything for the day. After doing some location scouting to find the hottest apartment in LA and purchasing a very expensive ghost costume (authenticity comes at a price) I filmed a very odd short film. While I’m not happy with a few technical issues (mostly ghost authenticity related), I’ve made my peace and now I would like to share this with you. A hefty thanks goes out to Chance Royce and Thérèse Harvey, without whom this would not have been possible. 


Low budget film making secret: there’s always a couch in the kitchen. Always. #mumblecore

Low budget film making secret: there’s always a couch in the kitchen. Always. #mumblecore