so this is the day. i have readied for it.
with every exhale this wine turns my throat into some numb tube, soft and wet, and stinking of wine just barely not vinegar. the crass, the crass, they are crass. they make one bob involuntarily and speak in accents from somewhere else. i am a whore for accents, though. i imagine i'd have a very hard time overseas not affecting one. and that's impolite. thats.. crass. aaah haha aaah.
i am acidic, i could clean things with the fog of my breath at this point. i'm not suggesting that i'm all that drunk - just that a bottle of wine that was opened two nights prior will make you feel like you could wilt a plant with your breath. like... like a mild, grape flavored mouthwash. i'm no picky ninny, though. better it gets drunk this minute than in a few hours.
my sister arrives. bo is set to cut work early, so he ought to be here any minute. then we go downtown, where they are and...
and the rest of the summer begins, again.
working on a mix cd, to correspond with a correspondant. quite the brilliant idea on his part. i love art projects meant for someone else. actually, the only time i ever get anything done is when its for another person. exempting those days where i worked with extraterrestrial cheerleader vehemence, the things hanging on my wall. but, those i regard with a sort of holy aura, they're more like little shrines in themselves. and we'll say nothing of those areas that actually are little shrines.
but then, i don't regard shrines as something around for my benifit, necessarily. i see them as something that i give life to in and of itself, small portals strung with meaning and beauty, everything in their appropriate places... something holy, for more than me.
so maybe i never do anything for myself at all... the things that i end up with as mine that i make are almost exclusively experimental projects, me saying 'huh, i wonder what this would look like' that usually never get finished, lie around, or maybe get put up.
'we can all be free.... maybe not with words, maybe not with love but with your mind.'
ah, thank you, catpower. this is going to be a pretty cd. we shall see.
i think i'm going to make a chandelier out of the old empty cans of tobacco. with enough holes in them, they should be beautiful, each their own individual light, and maybe covered in black paper.. i don't know, it's something i've had in mind for a while. and now i might have someone who would want to help me out with it...
bo is home! we shall leave soon enough. it makes a soul happy, to see their sister.
i am acidic, i could clean things with the fog of my breath at this point. i'm not suggesting that i'm all that drunk - just that a bottle of wine that was opened two nights prior will make you feel like you could wilt a plant with your breath. like... like a mild, grape flavored mouthwash. i'm no picky ninny, though. better it gets drunk this minute than in a few hours.
my sister arrives. bo is set to cut work early, so he ought to be here any minute. then we go downtown, where they are and...
and the rest of the summer begins, again.
working on a mix cd, to correspond with a correspondant. quite the brilliant idea on his part. i love art projects meant for someone else. actually, the only time i ever get anything done is when its for another person. exempting those days where i worked with extraterrestrial cheerleader vehemence, the things hanging on my wall. but, those i regard with a sort of holy aura, they're more like little shrines in themselves. and we'll say nothing of those areas that actually are little shrines.
but then, i don't regard shrines as something around for my benifit, necessarily. i see them as something that i give life to in and of itself, small portals strung with meaning and beauty, everything in their appropriate places... something holy, for more than me.
so maybe i never do anything for myself at all... the things that i end up with as mine that i make are almost exclusively experimental projects, me saying 'huh, i wonder what this would look like' that usually never get finished, lie around, or maybe get put up.
'we can all be free.... maybe not with words, maybe not with love but with your mind.'
ah, thank you, catpower. this is going to be a pretty cd. we shall see.
i think i'm going to make a chandelier out of the old empty cans of tobacco. with enough holes in them, they should be beautiful, each their own individual light, and maybe covered in black paper.. i don't know, it's something i've had in mind for a while. and now i might have someone who would want to help me out with it...
bo is home! we shall leave soon enough. it makes a soul happy, to see their sister.