I awake thanking God I found some pure empty sleep, trodge downstairs there are remnants of pot brownies and tracers on the bathroom walls from bad decisions. I am struck with a series of monologues I wish I could accurately deliver at the appropriate time explaining my actions to a number of people I love or thought I may have once understood or ( Read more... )

I fall flat on my face and make a cream pie out of the blood that fails to pour.

The art show was fun, Jamezz bought a painting of a nomadic Chinese rat thing. I picked an opium pod, this evening should be alright. I have a knack for running across them.

this last weekend was one of the best I've had for awhile. The concert was great, and so were the shrooms afterward. Hanging with Jamezz is always good, I'm going to the first Thursday art show with him and mona this week. feeling scrambled today, despite being sober. The garage isn't staying the fortress of solitude from my family it once was ( Read more... )

I just knife hit a lot of resin and polished off two whipits. Feel very good. Haven't done any painting since I moved back until today. Need to figure out how to best use the space upstairs, but not right now in this condition.

Jamezz called, it was his birthday. He sounded stoned as hell and lightly tanked, calling from a barbeque. I am probably doing something with him this weekend. He is making concrete statues out of whatever might look cool in concrete ( Read more... )

Angie and I went around Mack visiting people today. I slept relatively soundly last night, violating my motto. Dairy Queen food still sucks, should stick to ice cream. Gregg flipped some kid in the hall. I sort of feel shitty that despite hours of thinking, I cannot think of a plausible scenerio of events that would make me happier than I am ( Read more... )

They seem to have the usual abstract story quality, but the vividness and complete immersion has got me sleeping a lot more.

Went to Dairy Queen, rode around. played video games and caught aquateen hungerforce for the first consecutive night in awhile. My dad laughed at all the drug references... strange

If any one happens to be in Portland the first Thursday of the month the Pearl District is lined with artists selling their work. It's fun to peruse. The pieces along the sidewalk were mostly under $100, one I would have bought for $40 had I the money. There are several galleries along with other places that hang work for the event. Jamezz and ( Read more... )