6 / ∞

practice painting while painting a draft of something else for a daughter's wall.
this is nothing like what's going on her wall of course, she's only 6.

my book was eaten by rats.

fucking rats.

5 / ∞

“America is not at war, the military is at war, America is at the shopping mall.”

4 / ∞

the great dictator's final speech

heil

forks in the road

paths plagued, 
seven rotting toads,
burnt swallows to heave their load.
Tim's bald herrings decaying an old intersection,
another node streams within infinity overflowed.
perhaps chance,
perhaps fate,
perhaps i got here a little late.
so, i'll dance these feet, 
to slowly leak Scarlet's warm romance.
the earth will swell, and her words will tell
how to move and not to breathe
to reach a peak
what it is for me to hear and know so well. 
until i can form another steady stance.

3 / ∞

there's something wrong.

congruent lack of asymmetrical symmetry.

didactic notions.

2 / ∞

you're entitled to see my greatest works now,
ladies and gentle fags. 

1 / ∞

from now on, 

i will draw something everyday until the day i die. 

even if it's a tiny doodle.
I will scan,
and upload when i can,
in chronological order.
I no longer give a fuck, plus I need to practice to get better.
and it's not like anyone even see's this shit anyway.
well, except you reading this right hea, right nao.
No, not you, you're special.

cause in the end's beginning,

it's the only way.

I need more post it notes.

The Art of Dreaming - Carlos Castañeda

awesome book. part of an equally awesome series.

I go

 through packs of post-it's fast.

Jack of all trades,

master of none.