I despise places that I have no comprehension of. I despise my necessity to interact with people who do not live/make decisions through logic.
I simply, as my elitist nature makes a necessity, encapsulate myself in the relative oddity of the situation. Recently, after deciding that I didn’t ‘cotton’ to the neighborhood I was in by happenstance, I decided to be wasteful to satisfy my mind.…
First off, I must say that, in my perception..sometime in the the mid-1990’s, print newspapers seemed to fire all of their proofreaders (or they simply saw the proverbial writing on the wall, and decided, “Well, fuck it; I’m now obsolete)”. I can’t name one regional or national print newspaper from +/- 1997 onward that didn’t make consistent and absurd errors in tense, context, etc.…
I’m hesitant to ask locals if this is something not unusual just because it will always be magical to me, that, the first time I took a walk in Fresno, 1 block later outside of a casino, I am confronted with this:
(hopefully my tone conveys the degree to which/how often my life feels like it spontaneously becomes a deranged cartoon vignette). …
…When it stands status thimble
…Always half-empty, never
There’s a plan to disband
all empowered lands,
It’s just that nobody has bothered to figure it out…..
We dove in after we were already too deep.
I had my teeth cleaned today, and the regular dental checkup. In the final stage, before the good Doctor made his final exam,
(a good Dr. if ever there was,…he is responsible for, basically, curing my needle phobia. His capacity to deliver an injection, in my experience, is unparalleled…into a major sensory nerve whilst expertly jostling the needle as acutely as Niccolò Paganini could manipulate a bow, to deposit the Xylocaine with, literally, no pain…the vast majority of the time….…
I’ve stalled, I admit, on putting up my drawings, paintings, etc…, I have a reason that is good enough for me:
Almost none of it lives up to what I can do now. I may be looking too far forward (and backward, temporally, on many of these works) the technical aspects of what I was able to do, as opposed to the raw, emotive quality.…
Of my dreams, I’m
insane, so it seems…
Someone resembling Jesus screams.