conquered my eyes
I'm about to take a bunch of blackened pages out from under my bed, four rolls of 48"x32" some-odd drawing-type things, some exposed papers from a giant white cardboard folder and some gritty computer paper with colors, mush it all together, run it over to the art building, and maybe get fucking declared as an art studio major. isn't that weird? it's weird when it's as raw as it is, my oldest and newest imaginations spilling into tangibility, and four nutty art professors talking about me behind my back. things as usual.
yesterday got me an apartment for this summer (?) and next year, basically enough, walked over and dreamed about the newest palace. i've got this big green room and four doors, a bathroom, my own porch? an orange kitchen and a lofted upstairs, staircase with a window, sunshine, a record player in the corner and incense coming out of every wall hole. a cross-country trucker for a landlord, joint smoking delerium, yellow magnolia tree and a newspaper floorboard special. coffee in a french press, butter on the counter. doesn't this sound like something good ---
dreamed i was a sketched out painter, walking around in square circles like blocks of brick and vinyl siding, trees like telephone wires and communicated death wishes in cars, bumping beats like 40s in a bag, clinking into the sound of underwater forests, black and brown and dark green silt sway down into toilet pits beneath, like out of nowhere into the drop-off. a giant portrait of a rampid philosophizer, nobody will get it, but isn't that the point?
i think stuff's going good, or at least good enough, going with the flowing, like the plows outside gnawing the pavement and the way my windowbox fan distorts the air at night, like little waves of blue and yellow, minus the light, plus the grey, plus the background.
going to firenze, italy on the 13th
hopefully going to paris and amsterdam somewhere after that, by train?
i keep fucking finding things in obvious places and you're like, not like anything i've ever had before, but you're pretty familiar now, aren't you? you seem to think so anyway
i'm so fucking flighty
it's like, 4am all the time now.
blue to grey, grow up, and blow away
isn't that what has to happen though
isn't that what i wanted to happen anyway
eh? did i even think of any of that?
probably not...
it's good, it's good. it's all good.
yesterday got me an apartment for this summer (?) and next year, basically enough, walked over and dreamed about the newest palace. i've got this big green room and four doors, a bathroom, my own porch? an orange kitchen and a lofted upstairs, staircase with a window, sunshine, a record player in the corner and incense coming out of every wall hole. a cross-country trucker for a landlord, joint smoking delerium, yellow magnolia tree and a newspaper floorboard special. coffee in a french press, butter on the counter. doesn't this sound like something good ---
dreamed i was a sketched out painter, walking around in square circles like blocks of brick and vinyl siding, trees like telephone wires and communicated death wishes in cars, bumping beats like 40s in a bag, clinking into the sound of underwater forests, black and brown and dark green silt sway down into toilet pits beneath, like out of nowhere into the drop-off. a giant portrait of a rampid philosophizer, nobody will get it, but isn't that the point?
i think stuff's going good, or at least good enough, going with the flowing, like the plows outside gnawing the pavement and the way my windowbox fan distorts the air at night, like little waves of blue and yellow, minus the light, plus the grey, plus the background.
going to firenze, italy on the 13th
hopefully going to paris and amsterdam somewhere after that, by train?
i keep fucking finding things in obvious places and you're like, not like anything i've ever had before, but you're pretty familiar now, aren't you? you seem to think so anyway
i'm so fucking flighty
it's like, 4am all the time now.
blue to grey, grow up, and blow away
isn't that what has to happen though
isn't that what i wanted to happen anyway
eh? did i even think of any of that?
probably not...
it's good, it's good. it's all good.