tarzan

No matter how tired I am, I cant sleep. I just sit there, starring, at nothing. Thinking about nothing, everything, all passing flashing poping through my head, nothing coherent really comes together for more than the moment of conception, then its gone, the new one replacing it, making it incapaple of recording anyof these ground breaking findings, im out of smokes-gave my last pack to my bestfriend, they always calmed me enough to make it from the one rom to the next, rember to set the alarm? no matter i always oversleep it anyway, permenant state of neither dreaming nor awake, some smokey limbo inbetween both, maby a change of venu will fix this, doubtfull, theres a reason i always came over, warmth, the only place i felt truly accepted for who i am, how many times can i leaf though this magazine before i, or more likely it, expire? funny how the weather matches moods on so many occasions, shame channel 3's been forcasting rain, though i do like driving in it, its distracting, distraction, something ive become recently better aquainted with.






hard to believe this was over a year ago. It still cracks when i blow my nose.


UPDATE:

Finally finished my Benni tribute, sorta, peice.



and I tried to shoot a new set incoporating the painting. this is the only passable one out of all 67 of em. an that damn camera gives me red eye all the time

I heart art