Tweedle-Dee and Tinkerbell
I painted yellow on top of yellow today, and it was quite swell.
Consciousness is like the eyeball trying to look at itself.
Must be why we project ourselves onto other people and use them as a mirror to experience the world. Vis-à-vis.
Would be nice if they taught us that in primary school, instead of the proper etiquette for eating Elmer’s glue.
Drove 45 minutes to have an appointment cancelled last minute.
Hmm'ed and hawed over what to do. I feel stuck lately every time I try and move.
Get a burger? No. Korean BBQ? Also no. Stop at the grocery store, regret my decision. Checkmate.
The good days are great, but they don't solicit anything I can use to later create.
There are lizards in my yard. I also saw a dragonfly, I'd thought they went extinct from the widespread pesticides. I let the friendly spiders spin their spidey webs.
When I first moved to Washington, I was warned about black widow spiders, and brown recluse. For how much it was mentioned, I thought it might be a serious threat. Nobody talked about the widespread mental illness.
I can't even get mad in arguments. It's just me arguing with myself, and you arguing with yourself. How fucked up is that?
A friend says, I have a hard time telling anymore what's legit and what's parody on the internet.
My response, I just assume everything is a parody straight from the Universe.
That's my new guiding light. This doesn't make sense? Must be the Universe playing a joke at my expense again.
I miss you, I want you, I need you.
Words I'll never press send on.
We always grow up to be our parents in the end, huh.
I grew up watching old movies of women who took lovers. After sex they'd lounge in the bedroom giving witty banter until it was decided, urgently, that it was time for one of them to flee the scene.
That's a damned strange thing.