ham sandwich
outside it smells like rust and smoldering flaking firey leaves, autumn is mine. as i drove with my sunglasses as a fake moustache(you know), under my nose, i realized instead of spending my days staring laser beam glares into the floor/white space, i should practice writing. i have been drawing but discretion eludes me. no one picks on you if you're writing your little to-do lists lets see wake up do laundry shower breathe. it will be easier than shoo fly pie. it is hideously simple
besides all this.. photographing pennies, buying cranberries, searching for a red brick house, eating mostly cereal, wishing for trips, waiting for godot etc
i want photoshop again and some good books to read. plz what do you recommend?