Man. I forgot I said I'd post this.

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I'm painting again. It's a portrait of David Bowie in some guy's stomach. I'm very excited. I have to let it sit for another day... buuuuuuut Friday after printmaking class I'll be finishing it up. And posting it?

Until then dearest.

Ok, I am particularly perplexed by this. How fucking retarded do people get? Read, and hate as much as I do ( Read more... )

I have to move to Europe. I am in love with the continent. In love. Everything is Illuminated. I am in love with Europe.

My apartment is all right. My room is amazing. My walls are intense. My life is strange. My parents are sad. My brother is distant. My friends are dwindling ( Read more... )

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It doesn't matter what country you're from, it's the same complications.

I love the fact that I sunburnt my shoulders while driving today. Talk about a pale kid. I love driving. I haven't found a feeling quite as free, nothing so good as driving with the windows rolled down and the music blaring. I forget about everything that bothers me. It's as if the wind just blows it away. 3 months until I move to Orlando! 3 MONTHS ( Read more... )

I hate the show "Made". What a bunch of punks.

I finished The Stranger today. I suppose it reminded me of the Death Ship. Not in style of writing so much as the pattern of ending. The drawn out language of the book, the slow, incessant build up to some unknown but highly anticipated conclusion, it all adds up in the same equation for the same solution: One Profound Statement of Revelation. ( Read more... )