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west texas is where i live right now. i am going to midland for a dr. appointment and art supplies in the morning. i am going to make t-shirts with an airbrush to sell at the coffee shop here.
every day i wake up around 8:30 and skateboard to the coffee shop with my puppy. after about an hour here i go run errands and look for whoever has pot, then at 11:00 i have horsemanship class. the class focuses on training horses, we are each assigned our own to work with. mine is named stilleto and she is a little bucking beauty. then after class i go exercise, shower and drink beer for the remainder of the day, approximately 4:30-midnight. i like it here and i am addicted to being here, but something about being out here with all this time is so inspiring i can hardly take it. most of my art lately has been a tattoo i am drawing for my friend kevin, chalk on my porch and on the porch of the coffee shop, and my little sketches. i want to make bigger stuff and i feel guilty i haven't already, but it's coming. i am going to get back into oil painting and i want to get a projector to make my sketches earier to transfer too big canvas. sometimes i miss chicago, and art people, but you kind find what you need to hear in a lot of peoples voices. i really like talking to both of my 50 year old bobs. one is an artist wine drinker, the other is a smart drunk who can write poetry and make fun of himself and everyone else pretty well, he reminds me of bukowski but he hates bukowski. typical. i want to go for a road trip but the only plans i have made are to go see my sister in dc, i really don't want to go, but i do want to see her and dorothy's shoes are there too somewhere i heard. so maybe i will visit san antonio this year and maybe never again. i miss a lot of people but there are a lot of people i never want to see again. not because i don't like them, i just feel better when they are not around.
life is always balancing on something, there is no such thing as stuck.
i was thinking about how much i have melded to this place and felt stuck, but the last time i didn't feel this way was when i was in high school wanting so much to get out of that place. i really was free then because i felt so out of place. not i am always attatched to places, dependent upon one person to see everday, one bar to drink at, one place to have coffee, one drug to take. this is a recipe for dissappoinjtment.
i need to take off in my head or out of my head.
it is hard to not break when you are attatched and it is easy to stay intact when you are floating above it all.
but it is hard to relate when you are a floater, how important is that?
how important is this anyway? it depends
every day i wake up around 8:30 and skateboard to the coffee shop with my puppy. after about an hour here i go run errands and look for whoever has pot, then at 11:00 i have horsemanship class. the class focuses on training horses, we are each assigned our own to work with. mine is named stilleto and she is a little bucking beauty. then after class i go exercise, shower and drink beer for the remainder of the day, approximately 4:30-midnight. i like it here and i am addicted to being here, but something about being out here with all this time is so inspiring i can hardly take it. most of my art lately has been a tattoo i am drawing for my friend kevin, chalk on my porch and on the porch of the coffee shop, and my little sketches. i want to make bigger stuff and i feel guilty i haven't already, but it's coming. i am going to get back into oil painting and i want to get a projector to make my sketches earier to transfer too big canvas. sometimes i miss chicago, and art people, but you kind find what you need to hear in a lot of peoples voices. i really like talking to both of my 50 year old bobs. one is an artist wine drinker, the other is a smart drunk who can write poetry and make fun of himself and everyone else pretty well, he reminds me of bukowski but he hates bukowski. typical. i want to go for a road trip but the only plans i have made are to go see my sister in dc, i really don't want to go, but i do want to see her and dorothy's shoes are there too somewhere i heard. so maybe i will visit san antonio this year and maybe never again. i miss a lot of people but there are a lot of people i never want to see again. not because i don't like them, i just feel better when they are not around.
life is always balancing on something, there is no such thing as stuck.
i was thinking about how much i have melded to this place and felt stuck, but the last time i didn't feel this way was when i was in high school wanting so much to get out of that place. i really was free then because i felt so out of place. not i am always attatched to places, dependent upon one person to see everday, one bar to drink at, one place to have coffee, one drug to take. this is a recipe for dissappoinjtment.
i need to take off in my head or out of my head.
it is hard to not break when you are attatched and it is easy to stay intact when you are floating above it all.
but it is hard to relate when you are a floater, how important is that?
how important is this anyway? it depends