green pickle dance inspiration

look left. look right. thumb through coloured pages and hope to find an artist refined. someone to finish the pin pricks on the left side, a secondary cover up; clover felt in nature. no such luck.
i could go, would go, back to ...tim... but that would mean making amends with ghosts and begging for sketchbook reprisals, and i'm not digging that potato today.

just as well i'm going to slug it out all american style, with a ball and a bat and a glove to feel the sun smack me right between the eyelids for a chance, a change, something that doesn't involve breaking and rebreaking my foot on rollerskates.

too much homework. my head is sleepy at two pee em. low caffeine, no caffeine. i'll pedal off to the inlet instead.

magnets make me think, and kitties need a drink...x...

saran wrap vs. hand dryer

Feet propped, grades reviewed from the eighth floor view and it's all eh's from here. wait on roomed service and i'm settling in from a no rental car business trip from beyond. fly in. two hour meeting. fly out. huzzah to the hustle and bustle and flow.

john edwards blows hilary a kiss of death while obama scowls and grows grey hairs. debate debacle vs. my nano kitty and art history. i'm cold. wrapped up in a scarf, in blankets, in socks, in slippers with skulls, but i won't turn the heat on... i don't get this kind of chill down south, i'll trade you a biting for the sun scratch any day...

I understand the corporate laptops now. I can't type without randomly losing the page, and my thoughts keep going back to my too full mailbox and those damnable reminders that i need to lose some file space and wouldn't you know it there's a cob web dancing above my light bulb. it's illuminated only when i light up, pretending there is a choice in the matter really when a secret smile slips in and it's all about those memories, and yeah... i'll embrace a shrink up in the time between and when the green comes will you play footie? will you ride faster? will you look for the birds to come back from the southern climes?

have new colours to paint with to paint on.. to skin slip?

knock knock it says...time for minature bottles and cloth napkins...

i loved the orange and there are koi by the glass elevator..

home away from.. for now..