stamping molds into the cracks of space
I had a dream recently where I was feeling down. Disco was at a table with me and we were discussing how things just aren't working in our favor. The last words I spoke echoed like prophecy and Disco nodded in understanding...
Thumbs of Death Sprout from my Hands of the Future...
Thanks for being there for me in dreamland Disco. I didn't feel better when I woke up but I didn't feel worse either.
Hate to hear that you are losing access to good conversation Matt, even if its self imposed. I too feel that way.
Someone today asked me what I do when I go home. I jokingly said I wait for Death but I think I actually do.
I had Thanksgiving at an artist couple's house. There was art and sculpture everywhere. It made me more sad and unfulfilled than I've felt in a while... only in the sense that I want to give that presence.
Another year gone, another foot in the grave.
Thumbs of Death Sprout from my Hands of the Future...
Thanks for being there for me in dreamland Disco. I didn't feel better when I woke up but I didn't feel worse either.
Hate to hear that you are losing access to good conversation Matt, even if its self imposed. I too feel that way.
Someone today asked me what I do when I go home. I jokingly said I wait for Death but I think I actually do.
I had Thanksgiving at an artist couple's house. There was art and sculpture everywhere. It made me more sad and unfulfilled than I've felt in a while... only in the sense that I want to give that presence.
Another year gone, another foot in the grave.