I had this fantastic dream last night starring jennifer connely. all I can say is, wow…

Bathed in luminescent zeroes and ones,
we bask in the rays of a binary star.
Stunned by the beauty and our imminent mortality,
across a river of fire astride an origami swan….

In the end it is only ourselves that we must kid.

How can we endeavor without substance. How long can we endeavor without substance… In all that I do very little wood is collected for the fire. At least with a painting I have something I can hold. If only for a very short time. Fleeting.

Will I be at the end of my life clinging to my most precious last paintings and mad from the fumes? Mad from the fumes? Mumes? Memes.

We the people. Seems like a restatement has to be made. Seems like a resturant has to be paid? Can’t before computour work witches why I must paint. Paint and only paint. Paid from the fumes. Paint a statement on Dug’s jacket.

Fear. Around every coner behind every tree. Zac’s painting is well beyond the date of delivery.

Who are you going to crawl to?

At the end of your day. Paint. Paint. >fwew< Paint.

Seems a little esoteric don't you think?

How will you be paid? Paint?

A brushe with deathe?

A little sexual imprinting with moon's face on the bedside?

How'd this turn so suddenly creepy? There's a war on boys. Grab your guns.

word to vonnegut.

Peaces of the flag. Scraps of the constitution. Crazy numerology. Martel across the bottom.

Insomnia.

Sleep escapes like paper clips slip down those silken capes.

Say that one out loud with me.

Latex and acrylic over a vinyl base. hope it stays on the jacket for a long time.

Could coat it in some kind of varnish or expoxy. Matte no gloss.

goat fuckers.

When I was a bike messenger in chicago I rode a lot of freight elevators. We were discouraged, no, we were forcibly removed from the elevators that the suits rode.

On the wall of one of the freights in one of the tightest security towers on wacker drive was carved this phrase:

‘legalize zits’

I PAID MY DUES IN A FORMER LIFE. I should know, I was there. Burried and died, but not in that order. And as if I was an idiot I should stumble across those same hurdles that chalenged me then? Have I learned nothing. Am I paying to paint?

Past due.

Painting to pay.

Pyramid schemes. Is it cliche’ to paint a pyramid wrapped in a tattered american flag on a leather jacket? Have a notion, like it might be. And yet it would mean something more than cliche’ to me in the doing.

I’m simply too dumb to advance any farther in life. I am not capable of understanding anymore.

Words are become meaningless.

After your wife dies the arguements become increasingly one sided.

Quick quivering qualia, I’m on your mind like like yesterday’s lies…

‘’no one would expect to get wet jumping into a swimming pool full of ping-pong balls simulating water” -searle

The hardest to resist of impulses seem to be the most American.

Strive for placidity and contentedness…
(more…)

‘What do you need?’
‘We need healp’
‘Um, help with what?’
‘Y’ahl gotta truck?’
‘…’

The voodoo, who do what you don’t dare to, people….
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