A new interest was found in Photography and I'm on a mission to be one of the best. I have a long way to go but I'm happy. "Do what you love," right? That's what the wise man told me, anyway.
Wed
Aug
11
It can get really cold if your jacket is in bad shape. It comes with a sad face and attitude to match. Altogether bad. It needs to be mended once in a while. I chose the perfect Tailor. She’s wonderful. I think she stalks me though. She knows exactly how and when to fix my jacket. Or, my “jacket.”
Either way. It like new when she’s done with it. Like a brand new pair of shoes. Or that new car smell. With newly polished color, fresh from the factory, black sateen exterior and tan leather seats. And New Balance. Brand new rubber soles. You can get a firm grip on the world with a running start.
Hit up the Autobahn with the speed and vigor you used to have. Used to have? It never left me! Man, it feels good. Music is so much clearer. I want to listen to the Cello. Paint. Be the artist I’m meant to be.
By the way, it’s perfect outside.
Mon
Aug
9
“ Art was not created as a way to riches. Strive to become a true artist; all else will take care of itself.” -Robert Schumann
I feel like the world is a rattle. But it’s in a slow-motion-like shake. High-heeled footsteps up a long wooden staircase. Slow, confident, determined, unhappy. Or a pissed off figure eight pace around an office building hallway with black marble floors.
I’m fired.
It was a stupid mistake. I have to live with my decisions, now. ppfft. Screw it! Maybe they’ll find out. I’m so tired of being fake. Was I really? I feel so stupid.
I have these headphones in one ear, but with a buzzing noise. No music, no voices, just buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I love fruit punch. The Crystal Light kind, though. Not the fake stuff. Makes my teeth and gums red stained. I get a kool aid smile. Nice tall mason glass, with ice. Full to the rim. With fried eggs and toast. I’m talking Galindo’s, nighttime, with the Cuban buttery bread toast. Cafe con leche. No, McDonald’s coffee. My first cup was in a Georgia McDs drive through. Medium sized. Five cream, Five Splenda, lol. Sorry if I ruined it for you:) Oh wow!! Like a really good sub from Publix. I hated coffee up until that moment.
Six o’clock in the morning. Dew covers everything. Hoping to see my friends shoot a deer or hog. Its crazy to feel so barbaric, primitive.
Its still buzzing.
Thu
Aug
5
“ Even the military has priests to make soldiers feel that attacking their enemies is perfectly alright, that that’s actually what God wants them to do. And when I say enemies, of course I’m talking about God’s other children, the foreign one’s. ‘Turn the other cheek.’ Blah, blah, blah. Not even priests take that stuff seriously.
Emily Schell - Weeping Underwater Looks a Lot Like Laughter
