goode ol’ tom petty sayd it bess…
m”ossa the things i…
wory aboute.,
…never happen
anywayay “!
(’keep it on the +, cuz it is hard to find’
–brown-eyed pees)
oakland cemetery
I’m pretty into the lo-fi aesthetic of my cell phone’s “pix & flix” capabilities.
Sometimes I think I should make it a habit to go off my meds a few days each month; might be able to make prettier arts for a coupla days anyways.
and now i’m freaking out
on the bus ride to work, seeking refuge from the infinite horrors of the universe, I was overcome by how lovely people can look without knowing it. a particular back looked unfathomably perfect in its 3-D, psychedelic pool of atomic clusters. you know? so I took an infinitely inadequate picture with my phone to immortalize the event. creepy, yeah? oh well. I like the picture ok, for all its infinite inadequacies and implied creepinesses. in the new globular inter-world, there is no privacy anyway.
garfield’s monday morning pontification
Sometimes I feel down about getting so dumb lately from all the THC, but no, for real–it’s got its smarten-ing properties too, more left brain/right brain shtuff, uh-huh. Ideas come so free, right? Good ideas, bad ideas, any kind you like, but the ability to interpret them is what I lose. …Which I guess is a pretty big loss, don’t know what can be done… Not so long as I need my meds, right?