restless thoughts and broken ribs
I was a no show to my own art show.......
The Dean would like to meet with me to offer me a full scholarship if i were to attend his college....
groupies are stirring about so eagerly wanting to get a glimpse and gander of who this artist might be that chaotically creates masterpieces out of nothing coventionally...
The song that wraps my mind is the Verve ...Love is noise....
and of course i always add my own broken lyrics that justifies my own ears and blazes the soul......
"Love is the sweat that drips from my brain and its all the same even when its numbed with cocaine... love is the way love is the talk, love is the silence in an empty box "..........
So where are my thoughts?
for once in my life my mind is at test with no worries of what to create what to make ...
Kathy wrtoe me today and woould like to sit down with me and talk about getting me back into school,...although i see it is a little late for me to venture back into school at the age of 31 years old,...but then it hit me and it couldnt be a better time to do so..
I'm old enough to date any of the hot teachers and just old enough to not be considered to old to date some of the strarry eyed girls that lust in secret for the love that i bring the pain in the hand when i write my name its in the walk the way i talk the dance as i turn the corner to an empty hall ...
the way i look blinded into the sun that glows on my face .......
I guess its time for me to turn this college upside the fuck down...They will have their own little Picasso.......
am still doing my best to ignore all arrangements and meetings to get me to talk about the way i construct or go about creating me compositions that one curator urged i do for the people who needed to know...
i dont think so.......
Job security popped into mind....
you cant touch the depths of this mind.....
Shan Shan is coming over tomorrow........
im talking her into buying me a flame thrower???
i hope my dimples can persuade her to do so....
love is noise......love is the blue that trickles down from a broken ocean flooding a white plain
ohh i forgot... it was almost too funny while in the ER waiting room awaiting to take my X-rays to see if i did indeed have my ribs fractured or broken from Manuels fatass dropping the Peoples Elbow on me while i laid drunk love buzzed in bed from drinking crown that i served myself from across the bar because im a dumb ass who loves drowning myself under my own discression...<-----that might be mispelled.......anyways...im texting Steve dogg and shanna back and forth and im laughing so much that my ribs are hurting and i slippped up and text messaged Shanna , but it was intended for steve that the Coke i did Firday did indeed hurt when i inhaled...
of course Shanna texts messages WHAT?!?.........and me being the think quiker i am changes the subject and talks about Indian Food or was it a Flamethrower??......i cant ever tell the difference...
i cant wait to get back to school ....talk about a rockstar Artist love swing....
The Dean would like to meet with me to offer me a full scholarship if i were to attend his college....
groupies are stirring about so eagerly wanting to get a glimpse and gander of who this artist might be that chaotically creates masterpieces out of nothing coventionally...
The song that wraps my mind is the Verve ...Love is noise....
and of course i always add my own broken lyrics that justifies my own ears and blazes the soul......
"Love is the sweat that drips from my brain and its all the same even when its numbed with cocaine... love is the way love is the talk, love is the silence in an empty box "..........
So where are my thoughts?
for once in my life my mind is at test with no worries of what to create what to make ...
Kathy wrtoe me today and woould like to sit down with me and talk about getting me back into school,...although i see it is a little late for me to venture back into school at the age of 31 years old,...but then it hit me and it couldnt be a better time to do so..
I'm old enough to date any of the hot teachers and just old enough to not be considered to old to date some of the strarry eyed girls that lust in secret for the love that i bring the pain in the hand when i write my name its in the walk the way i talk the dance as i turn the corner to an empty hall ...
the way i look blinded into the sun that glows on my face .......
I guess its time for me to turn this college upside the fuck down...They will have their own little Picasso.......
am still doing my best to ignore all arrangements and meetings to get me to talk about the way i construct or go about creating me compositions that one curator urged i do for the people who needed to know...
i dont think so.......
Job security popped into mind....
you cant touch the depths of this mind.....
Shan Shan is coming over tomorrow........
im talking her into buying me a flame thrower???
i hope my dimples can persuade her to do so....
love is noise......love is the blue that trickles down from a broken ocean flooding a white plain
ohh i forgot... it was almost too funny while in the ER waiting room awaiting to take my X-rays to see if i did indeed have my ribs fractured or broken from Manuels fatass dropping the Peoples Elbow on me while i laid drunk love buzzed in bed from drinking crown that i served myself from across the bar because im a dumb ass who loves drowning myself under my own discression...<-----that might be mispelled.......anyways...im texting Steve dogg and shanna back and forth and im laughing so much that my ribs are hurting and i slippped up and text messaged Shanna , but it was intended for steve that the Coke i did Firday did indeed hurt when i inhaled...
of course Shanna texts messages WHAT?!?.........and me being the think quiker i am changes the subject and talks about Indian Food or was it a Flamethrower??......i cant ever tell the difference...
i cant wait to get back to school ....talk about a rockstar Artist love swing....