nevermind, the whole Marilyn Manson thing is worn off now...
I'm be either painting or writing till further notice.
I don't do spontanaeity very well, even sedentary spontanaeity.
I hate the wind we've been having. Santa Fe is begging for a tornado if it doesn't stop. As it is it made me feel nauseous. I've felt like I was on a ship in he Atlantic ocean all day.
And um...I won't get my AA degree till at least 2012 at the earliest, I figured it out - again. And i'm getting into the math and science classes...ouch
not so much for science, but for math.
I really want to do something profound right now.
But I have no idea what.
And W is obviously ignoring me again...
:-(
In order to write I need to find meaning in things. Symbolism. Metaphor. History. Description. Depth. Insight. I need to type, and visualize and feel.
Instead of stagnate in the muck of all of this housebound befuddlement.
~e