i dream of foxes every now and then. today i made sloppy sleepy sketches with girls blending into foxtails and kittyheads and mermaids and shower curtains. i feel comfortable drawing with runny blue ink pens, i always have. am i the only one, paws up? the weather is cloudy and most of my cherries are rotten oh it would be fabulous to wear real fruit as earrings. i can't seem to get anything done. i just hang in the house wearing plastic bangles & my red swim suit just because i feel oh-so-juliet-hulmeish in it (& i like my posture)!
i'm going to bed with anaïs nin, ok her diary.
umbrellas; protect me from the distant heat -