everything was going great, sitting here, hanging out just being happy that everything matched and then some fuckle brought up "hope" and now i am pissed all over again.

'appy valentines day

valentines coutdown!

i have outlived myself.

I know, I know, I know...is it something about babies having babies? babies eating babies? is it about me because, more than anything, i really want it to be about me.

working on personal stuff now, glad to be out of the rat race

just something i have been thinking about for like, EVER...bird/mustache/field of cherries...tinkering in my studio with some pain and some taints and feel really good about the direction my art is going. it's kind of going there with or without me, you know, artistically...pretty amazing actually the way the work is turning out. i guess sometimes baby jesus takes over and shits in your pants for you. i really feel blessed.

Back from my "vacation"

I couldn't decide whether to smoke or take a hot bath so I decided to just smoke the bath salts.

a monkey could do this job

and it would be so funny to watch but then he would quit because he couldn't smoke at work. i tried to buckle down and get shit done but then i realized there was just too much shit, it was all just shit that i didn't even enjoy but somehow felt guilty because i couldn't afford. my next job is going to be better, more freedom, less, you know...job-like qualities and more unicorn!