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[01 Oct 2009|02:33pm] |
Somewhere along the line I forgot it gets cold in New York and there's been a bitter, bitter awakening. Shooooooot I kept saying yesterday, I hate winter, and somebody'd always say, it's fall. I'd get upset at home if there was a bite in the air on Halloween, and here I'll be turning twenny in a sweater. I already knew a long time ago people are always going to be as stupid as they were when they were kids but still yet I feel too stupid to get older. At least it's easier to turn even numbered years. A woman at KMart asked me what I'm going to do with my art degree and gave me that look when I said I can't think about it yet. ho ho ho, fuck.
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[17 Sep 2009|03:57pm] |
sit aroun, retard retard retard, sure is 2006 in here
( dog blood )
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[23 Aug 2009|03:55pm] |
and well, you know, happiness is a choice, confusion is more a permanent state of being
I an no one eat this elk jerky with, little sparrow flies so high and feels no pain
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| ART SHOW |
[31 Jul 2009|08:04pm] |
link to google maps
If you are free tomorrow evening please come check out some things Sarah Welch, Graham Austin and I have made. There are photos, prints, comics, installation and possibly sound. Also beer.
"Three young artists return to their birthplace after spending time in their respective northern megacities. Back to the Southwest with virgin eyes, they examine ideas related to space, visual perspective, scale, and the real/unreal, all specific to the Texas landscape."
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[17 Jul 2009|07:04am] |
Well I'lluhh never do inything except occasionally catch my hand and say, "huh that looks pretty good,"
( salt that heirr and fuckit dude )
lo siento
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| Not Quite Texas, Not Quite Hell |
[22 Jun 2009|04:56pm] |
It fun an be young, places have character but my character doesn't go many places, just get food for cheap and leaves stuff places, it get sweltering sodom sober in Texas my friend
gets easy to just make pie and get on the roof my friend
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This is a blog for the real stuff. It has stuff from school right now, but it won't be just school stuff.
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[15 May 2009|02:12am] |
Was helping a friend with schoolwork and got busted painting over one of the illegal ad sites by some woman who works for the landlord. We escaped but feel bad about getting caught because we were almost done. No photos, don't feel like going into Bedford. My finals are over and I am thinking about how kids in my class have transformed over the course of the year. Some of them haven't and some of them only bloomed for the pistons and pistols to show.
( lulld light )
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[07 May 2009|11:45pm] |
I heard my voice coming out my mouth today talking about a drawing and you know I'm half conscious at this point. I hear my voice and I go, really? That's what my mouth is going to do today? Were those even words? It was some straight stupid Texan that I haven't heard in a bit. I have no idea if anyone understood a god damn word of it, I'm not even talking mountain talk, I don't remember what I said but I'm pretty sure it was fucking incomprehensible
Everybody said to me you know when you said you were just going to draw horses Sarah I didn't know if you'd really do it: Other things people say to me: Did you sleep last night? Are you sleeping tonight? The answer is always FUCK NO
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| 35 days |
[12 Apr 2009|10:47pm] |
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Sweet sweet summer, sweet sweet booze, sweet sweet sisters, sweet sweet car, sweet sweet short shorts, sweet sweet bare feet sweet sweet Texas come to me
It's even tougher an I got my Texas spring allergies voice here, so I'm imposing. The April when I was seventeen my backyard was so full of bluebonnets and coneflowers (or black eyed susans) you could lose the dog in it. Rain here is miserable and cold, rain home is warm and blessings from some great sky gods that could never live here
I ain't been so clear as to what I want, very pointedly and exactly, in a while. I want to go here:
I want to do this:
and I want to eat tacos and giant bags of cherries
And it's a difficult thing to reconcile, because I want to do my things here. But I am actually squinting my eyes very hard right now and my chest is hurting and my biceps are getting weak. I'm hitting my head against the wall and my fists, I want to punch something I'm so pumped for Texas. The girl from Houston who worked at Amy's had a party in the common room and there was fried chicken, ice cream and skate videos, I was like what the fuck, why so gold star, my friend. We yell at each other some, "TEXAAAS", arms outstretched, eyes skyward pointing and our hands folded hard. This is because we don't know each other well, but this commonality is enough, and not enough in a passable way, but a completely fulfilling enough.
Swear to God I know Texas is not going to solve all my problems, but Swear to God it will fix half of them. The first month I got here I was completely unable to listen to any music that reminded me of home, and as all things ending are inverses of their beginnings so it happens again. Vision is obscured by the waters and the sunburns and the powder dirt in my mind's eye. I'm doing drawings about drowning and here's some truth: There is no literal fear: all things you fear the most are the things you love the most. All things I fear the most are things I love the most.
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[29 Mar 2009|05:22pm] |
Scarecrows know everything because they spend all day outdoors, I'm right worried about can't being able to help myself and turning to the bird I read about in a Roald Dahl story. One day I'm going to see the glint an glitter and I'll just pluck it out without thinking. I think it was a magpie but Crowes do it too, hahaha. Scarcrowes know everything because they spend all day indoors, watching movies and reading about bees and Thales on google books
( It's taken about three years for Livejournal to start feeling formulaic )
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[21 Mar 2009|09:51am] |
"As time went by, new companions arrived. Sarah now enjoys what Gerry jokingly refers to as her 'harem:' six neutered male rabbits who share her space. Much of Sarah's time is spent sprawled on a pillow, being groomed by several rabbits at a time.
But don't mistake her indolence for passivity. 'She can move like lightning if she wants,' says Carol. 'She guards the room.'
'She's the boss,' agrees Gerry. 'She's sweet, but she's the boss.'
'Sarah's a super-soul,' adds Carol. 'There's so much energy and willfulness-in spite of her deformity.'"
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[13 Mar 2009|09:12am] |
My friend said Wednesday morning she came into my room and saw me smiling real big in my sleep. All I remember about that morning was sleeping until it was gone.
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| did you get tanner?? You are, will?? |
[22 Feb 2009|09:05pm] |
It is the constitution I got from avoiding spitting in my own hands or cutting them open for blood brother ties that created the shaking I experienced. It's ok though, people ok with focusing on their own shaking too much to see anyone else's (this is true of me, this is true of anyone you ever seen looking at the middle ground)
I got stuck in the trap last week of art practice which is the worst one, the one where you want to share your amazing feelings. I forgot how impossible it is to convince anybody of anything if you're standing next to something saying all these words words words.
I got the kind of cold where you can't actually sneeze and I started reading parts of The Sound and the Fury again, I don't know if I'll ever stop loving Quentin's section
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