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I feel funny,
I kept lulling asleep to a big printer. It was printing three covers for part of a set thirteen,
thirteen portraits of our king. The big old printer was lulling me to sleep. Deborah, print mistress, was angry, kept huffing, kept saying Now is not the time I should do this for you. I would say, I just need need a few (That's all you're getting). I did not prioritize my book.
Remember my funny walk home this morning at 5:30 AM, saying in my brain I guess my paintings are done. and slowly putting on my sweater. Then, I guess my paintings are done as I am suddenly walking home. It was one of those walks changing color every corner, I mean first all blue and then perfect pale green my favorite green I said Hello Green Street, why do I like to say hello to anything outloud, alone? I keep thinking about my poor things sitting straight on stupid plastic strips so far away from being intimate w/ me, I guess my paintings are done. I just took a nap. I have to go back to school and grind limestone, gum limestone, draw limestone, etch limestone and walk home in the middle of the morning again. Dumb book. Is it a dumb idea to do the simplest installation tomorrow? Just stripes on the wall? I should just do it to see. Then pamphlets, folding, binding I'm Done.
I kept lulling asleep to a big printer. It was printing three covers for part of a set thirteen,
thirteen portraits of our king. The big old printer was lulling me to sleep. Deborah, print mistress, was angry, kept huffing, kept saying Now is not the time I should do this for you. I would say, I just need need a few (That's all you're getting). I did not prioritize my book.
Remember my funny walk home this morning at 5:30 AM, saying in my brain I guess my paintings are done. and slowly putting on my sweater. Then, I guess my paintings are done as I am suddenly walking home. It was one of those walks changing color every corner, I mean first all blue and then perfect pale green my favorite green I said Hello Green Street, why do I like to say hello to anything outloud, alone? I keep thinking about my poor things sitting straight on stupid plastic strips so far away from being intimate w/ me, I guess my paintings are done. I just took a nap. I have to go back to school and grind limestone, gum limestone, draw limestone, etch limestone and walk home in the middle of the morning again. Dumb book. Is it a dumb idea to do the simplest installation tomorrow? Just stripes on the wall? I should just do it to see. Then pamphlets, folding, binding I'm Done.