Andrew Wyeth

Yayoi Kusama

"One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness. As I realized it was actually happening and not just in my imagination, I was frightened. I knew I had to run away lest I should be deprived of my life by the spell of the red flowers. I ran desperately up the stairs. The steps below me began to fall apart and I fell down the stairs straining my ankle."

my whole life is like a picture of a sunny day

go where now?

void filling
unfulfilled flops

in a coarse, broken voice
into a birds nest
inky eyes shining
by twisted scruple
new glasses
so that's death
more or less titanic

This is what my allergies feel like

great.

oh man up oh man

i want to get back all the time i spent uselessly arguing with myself.

physically feeling tired
but my spirit is dancing
dancing in my head and in my
have to leave to work to improve..

i bought a fishbowl-and swam in it

i told you before
hack
balancing act
on the bottom of the top
greedy hop
now you have to find a mop
you cheap sop

ugh.the internet is so bottomless

cooked: vegetable stew (yams/potatoes/cauliflower/peas/corn)+chicken with rosemary in yogurt sauce/steamed asparagus/salad with lemon honey vinegar dressing.

cooking sure feels productive.