stranger than fiction, faster than light.
in recent weeks i have been reassessing my intellect in what is probably not a very productive manner. i seem to have trouble keeping up with people's conversations and i prefer just to listen. i am becoming more observant. and in this observation comes a quietude, a drawing in, that becomes nearly introspective. it is this paradox which occupies my mind lately. i think it is a step up in my artistic sensibilities. so much drawing, observing, photography. it seems to have been taken up a notch. i am more serious about everything. artistic maturity, right before my eyes. but i have difficulty engaging in everyday conversations. i want to listen, and hear, and see.
so, when do you feel creatively inspired? during the changing of the seasons? after falling in love? during a bloody sopping breakup? in the company of nature or of concrete and urban decay?
in recent weeks i have been reassessing my intellect in what is probably not a very productive manner. i seem to have trouble keeping up with people's conversations and i prefer just to listen. i am becoming more observant. and in this observation comes a quietude, a drawing in, that becomes nearly introspective. it is this paradox which occupies my mind lately. i think it is a step up in my artistic sensibilities. so much drawing, observing, photography. it seems to have been taken up a notch. i am more serious about everything. artistic maturity, right before my eyes. but i have difficulty engaging in everyday conversations. i want to listen, and hear, and see.
so, when do you feel creatively inspired? during the changing of the seasons? after falling in love? during a bloody sopping breakup? in the company of nature or of concrete and urban decay?
nothing is a very big deal lately, in a good way! my accomplishments as of late seem so natural, though not effortless. there is a general lightening of the mind. and when something difficult arises i feel it fully but do not judge it as good or bad. this is a significant shift in my thinking.
the depths of summer are emerald, lush, pungent, ripe, damp.
last night i had a dream that i was giving head to a very large penis wrapped in a blue condom. as i was trying to fit it in my mouth, i realized i had braces on my teeth and the condom got snagged. then i had to kindof tear my teeth off of the penis and i had bits of blue latex stuck in my braces. the end of my dream involved me trying to tweeze bits of condom out of my braces.
the end.
the end.
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