lunch words. macaroni and soy cheese. thanks.
what else? news like – California runnings, politics, back stabbings. want some of that? turn it on, plug in. scandals entertain, so… might as well get entertainers in the ring, they’ll do a better job. politicians are good for promises, fucking things up, and creating scandals. I don’t vote because I’m waiting to leave my body. I don’t pine, but you know what I mean.
work is a strange world. and can be a narrow world. so from that standpoint, I write down what I try to stretch out, and it doesn’t matter if it’s out of proportion. let’s just say it’s art. if my cat sneezes on my art project, I can tell the teacher, “well hey, that’s art. I’m still gettin’ an A, aren’t I?” this place can be cushy at times. don’t know how long that will last. for as long as we can co-exist decently, this job will roll smooth and I can build up my own thing. otherwise we’ll give into worries and paranoia.
morning layouts reach lunch
lunch divides day
the two quarrel
and separate again
I create spot color separations
notes to give thoughts
hot water turns to green tea
morning turns into high sun
notes stroll along
a river bank
and don’t try to be anything else