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Fitting in: Another Piece of the Puzzle
Hello mudda, hello fadda. The circle is almost complete.
Saturday, my birth mother called. When I answered I was in the garden, bouncing on a shovel, digging into thick Indiana clay. She told me she had made contact with my birth father, and that he would be calling the next evening. Hearing the news literally knocked me on my ass; I dropped from ( Read more... ) -
Artstronaut
Tonight I am charged with the task of writing an artist statement and a critical analysis of a piece of art for a class on how to be an artist. This is something I shouldn't have allowed procrastination to claim. But then I tell myself, this is a class I shouldn't have to take! By golly, I know how to be an artist. I cry at random, I scribble ( Read more... ) -
aaaaaalright.
The lazy update: where I put an x in the box next to something I did. More gratifying for me than you ( Read more... ) -
vederti domani.
I was all ready to go. My jeans were tucked into my boots as I sat on the edge of the bed; my feet were planted firmly on the carpet as I laid back to absorb Buddhism: Plain and Simple. He came in from a shower already half dressed; I watched him dry his hair while I attempted to synthesize what I had read. Awakening myself to the experience as ( Read more... ) -
The Moon in Neptune.
Yes, it really does happen ( Read more... ) -
all for posterity.
I've got to admit it's getting better - a little better all the time (It can't get more worse ( Read more... ) -
Interment Day, moustache rides.
The light comes in through the studio windows a certain way about 4:48 p.m and slides across the wall to rest momentarily inside the borders of an empty picture frame. It used to hang in the downstairs bathroom of my parents' until the mirror broke. The tires on the wall behind me used to frame the spokes of my mother's bicycle; now they hold torn ( Read more... ) -
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I must be very in tune with the scent of my chemistry ( Read more... ) -
more on parietal loops.
Planning, planning, planning.
And then, something improbable happened. We were on our boxes, on top of the world? Looking at the machine; everything's the same below the skin. Your cranium versus mine.
Thou shall not stand still at a concert.
Thou shall not pass fecal matter in the parking garage.
Thou shall not call me Diane.
Thou shall not dress ( Read more... ) -
I heard you arguing last night.
I look more like Britney Spears 2007 than Britney Spears 2003. If Britney Spears is fat, then that means I am fat. That is absurd. I am not fat ( Read more... )