When fall and winter collide.
Today was not bad. I fell asleep around 4 something and woke up very hot and sweaty. It was gross, I don't know what happened. Then I had a phone conversation that really pissed me off at the time, but I'm over it.
John and Peter thank you for inviting us to hang out with you guys. I very much enjoyed it even if you didn't think it was as good as usual.
Maybe it sounds a little silly, but it makes me sad sometimes to give things away. By things I mean drawings and paintings. I mean, it makes me happy to think that perhaps people like them, and would want them, but I view some of them sort of like children. Tonight I gave away the painting that I just finished. Seeing as how it was the first painting I have done in a long time, and the fact that it is one of my favorite paintings that I have ever done, it makes me a little sad. Also it is the first painting that I have given away that is on an actual canvas, I've always kind of set those apart. Not that anyone who has gotten something from me in the past should think any less of what they got. At the same time, I'm glad to know that the person who got it likes it, and I suppose it is fitting that the only girl I've ever loved be the recipient. I would say that more than a third, if not half of the drawings I have done in the past two years, have in some way been inspired by her, many of which have become paintings. Granted, of all of those paintings and drawings most are the result of depression and frustration, I thought I still might let her know but I forgot to tell her. I think I might ask for it back and try to reproduce it and then give it back to her.
I think I would like to close with some lyrics from "Indian Summer" by Pedro the Lion:
Ultra-violet rays wash over
All the boys and girls
As their moms lay tanning by the pool
Oh, look, their dad's arriving home
All the children hug his neck
Unaware of their inheritance
All the experts say you ought to start them young
That way they'll naturally love the taste of corporate cum
John and Peter thank you for inviting us to hang out with you guys. I very much enjoyed it even if you didn't think it was as good as usual.
Maybe it sounds a little silly, but it makes me sad sometimes to give things away. By things I mean drawings and paintings. I mean, it makes me happy to think that perhaps people like them, and would want them, but I view some of them sort of like children. Tonight I gave away the painting that I just finished. Seeing as how it was the first painting I have done in a long time, and the fact that it is one of my favorite paintings that I have ever done, it makes me a little sad. Also it is the first painting that I have given away that is on an actual canvas, I've always kind of set those apart. Not that anyone who has gotten something from me in the past should think any less of what they got. At the same time, I'm glad to know that the person who got it likes it, and I suppose it is fitting that the only girl I've ever loved be the recipient. I would say that more than a third, if not half of the drawings I have done in the past two years, have in some way been inspired by her, many of which have become paintings. Granted, of all of those paintings and drawings most are the result of depression and frustration, I thought I still might let her know but I forgot to tell her. I think I might ask for it back and try to reproduce it and then give it back to her.
I think I would like to close with some lyrics from "Indian Summer" by Pedro the Lion:
Ultra-violet rays wash over
All the boys and girls
As their moms lay tanning by the pool
Oh, look, their dad's arriving home
All the children hug his neck
Unaware of their inheritance
All the experts say you ought to start them young
That way they'll naturally love the taste of corporate cum