Last night I had gay sex which I regret for the fact that she had Maas and Sanderson on her bookshelf. she hypnotized me, and later i felt so very ugly in the way that we girls all feel. the hypnosis was beautiful however, i was her corpse. May is a month for regret and rebirth.
i had gone into denver to see the flowers play, which i did. and i hung around matty's. me and mary and dani went to an elvis diner which i must admit did not live up to my expectations. the toast was good but it simply lacked enough elvis.
my father is going to tear down a gate.
new pope is from chicago.
this takes five, ten minutes, maybe twenty at most to actually do.
why did i stop doing it. and music. and oil colors.
the pigment was beautiful, and the oil smelled like nothing but it remembers.
i understand many things and never enough.
this is the lake of mind.
rose made some really good rice. i photographed many things. and tomorrow i am going to get many things developed. and clean. if you spend just a single solid day doing this then you can get through it.
and it will be done.
sleep deprivation is when i am a full fool and must then. well gee shucks. i guess i better repair the world. i should engage in more prayer.
i found a sir francis blake book that might be worth a lot, and i will maybe get swag bookstore credit.
i am vcing with temperance and i miss the humid air of elsewhere.
