A Farse

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2009-03-20T22:38:00.000-07:00

These are moist times we live in.

If things don't implode - they melt.

One way or another, everything gets wet.

Ashes to ashes; dust to pus.

One way or another, everything gets wet.

Salt, saliva, sperm, and sweat.

Though, more appropriately, I have been one Acquainted with the Night..

There are no stars in this town.

Dough eyes

2009-03-11T04:04:00.000-07:00

Oh, how I wish dough faces and flat chests were still desirable or at least in style. I'd be the bell of the ball!
I'm surprised I haven't had dreams of my teeth falling out or turning to pulp yet. But the year is young..

Nina is pure doodle sunshine. Kate is a chess mancala WiZ. Vivi is chased by a slimer.
Note to self: Looking through more old sketchbooks; you like to draw things 'from life' as if they were melting.

Hello, sun.
I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Things inside

2009-03-08T13:05:00.000-07:00

4x6 sketchbook I forgot about

9 23 '05 wow!

black shirt?

Assumably Caesar and Cleopatra

cat dispense

and soon again with Egan!

"Pick one!" Rhinestone Rubdown

On break.
Why, it's the most fascinating thing to just be floating around.

victory day

2009-02-14T12:49:00.000-08:00

3hrs of looking in a mirror like trip.
I am become death/
the destroyer of worlds

2009-02-01T13:39:00.000-08:00

I'm not a playa
I just crush a lot.

200(3)3

2009-01-10T18:17:00.000-08:00

I'm depressed!

Not really into anything.

009

2009-01-03T21:12:00.000-08:00

Br8k spent:

CLIMBING THE SUSTENANCE STEPS OF 3 MEALS/DAY

WATCHING A. HEP'S FACE FALLING IN LOVE OVER

AND OVER N OVER

MAKIN HELMS

I must down to the seas again - to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks
oh

Preface

2008-12-27T09:43:00.000-08:00

After I walked to the library to find it closed, a billowy older man and I traded sad faces at the door. We joked about it being nice for a walk anyway.(I am in love with this weather. Damp and Cold). I took the longer way home.. and narrated it.. So I figured now would be the best time to hop on the blog wagon..In short:

Walked passed memorial home that I've been in twice now for a Great and a Grand. There was an air brushing sound coming from one of the rooms.

Walked passed high school. Saw people playing soccer and briefly wished I'd taken up a sport.

Walked through synagogue lot. More hissing sounds that I didn't look in to.

Cut through sparse trees that have always seemed to be saplings..

Into elementary school lot. It was so tiny; there aren't actual walls inside, only waist high book shelves.

Sat on a jungle gym for a while. I took the following pictures a few years ago..

I thought about how displaced it was and how my work has been reflecting that as of late.

Then I thought about how my old classmates have probably had sex where I sat, so I got up.

To this manmade, accidental pond next to the play yard.

It was partially frozen over. There were these rings of iced over grass around its perimeter varying in size. Planetary.. cosmic dust almost. Stepping on this sounded like wooden floor boards creaking.

I wanted to jump in because it didn't feel nearly as cold as it should be or I was really thirsty.

It's funny how pushing into a dense yet malleable surface is comforting. Pressure. Like kneading bread or -

I thought of how women like feel weight on top of them so I left.

Through more scant woodland to cross Rt 537.

Through housing development

Through a hole in a fence

To this park that I don't like at all.

Up the slope. Cross the street. Cut through Nannie's

And home.

This will be for draws.