laying here on my belly, drinking Asahi. Friday night and I'm staying right here. Hopefully do some drawing. Tomorrow is day 13 without a day off, and I don't see one coming soon. luckily i crack my own whip... sick me, oh I'm sick. Float on, float on. What would mr. Issac Brock say:
"Well that is that and this is this. Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed, when the ocean met the sky. You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye. When the earth folded in on itself. And said 'Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but i wouldn't hold my breath.' You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? The ocean breaths salty won't you carry it in? In your head, in your mouth, in your soul. The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind. Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind? Well that is that and this is this."
Voltair has me thinking about the only girl I ever loved and proposed to, then chickened out because I was young and scared, and haven't meat another like her. I know the memory is more romantic then what reality would have been, but it's comforting to think about it. Doesn't make me sad, just warm that we had our time, our youth, and we gave it to each other.
Oh, work again... My buddy's been working with me for the last 2 weeks and if you could hear a recording of our 11 hour nonstop ramblings, you'd think we were mad for sure... that is if you could hear through all the Modest Mouse! It's been a blast. I'm back on my own tomorrow awhhh boo.
Have ya'lls a good one.
"Well that is that and this is this. Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed, when the ocean met the sky. You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye. When the earth folded in on itself. And said 'Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but i wouldn't hold my breath.' You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? The ocean breaths salty won't you carry it in? In your head, in your mouth, in your soul. The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind. Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind? Well that is that and this is this."
Voltair has me thinking about the only girl I ever loved and proposed to, then chickened out because I was young and scared, and haven't meat another like her. I know the memory is more romantic then what reality would have been, but it's comforting to think about it. Doesn't make me sad, just warm that we had our time, our youth, and we gave it to each other.
Oh, work again... My buddy's been working with me for the last 2 weeks and if you could hear a recording of our 11 hour nonstop ramblings, you'd think we were mad for sure... that is if you could hear through all the Modest Mouse! It's been a blast. I'm back on my own tomorrow awhhh boo.
Have ya'lls a good one.
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I like that quote above. It kind of hurts to read it.
she is dating some grad student at USF who is supposed to be a photographer.
I put up a drawing of voltaire. I think I am going to stop doing these an art portraits and try and make some actual art (not that those drawings aren't any good, but they are more like an exersize than real art).