[[[hi ho hi ho... it's off to work i go]]]

eargasms from headphones blasting jerzee monet, the vines, and radiohead. vanilla candles. evian water. projects in progress as planned.

radiohead causes my muse to be silent for awhile and to pick up paintbrush. there is something primal with charcoal between my fingers. i am no longer obsessing on every minute detail of what i am drawing. i simply let the heart guide what my hand does. i let the picture be what it wants to be. it loosened some creativity that happened to be jammed between the wrinkles of my cerebrum. a recent visit to trader joe's remined me of allen guinsberg and again, i am able to write. stay receptive to your surroundings. your muse likes to hide but also likes to be found.

i read in the news that an asteroid is on its way to earth and shall hit us in 2017. yet another reminder that life is too short to engage in needless drama. sometimes i feel i create my own soap opera and force the people around me to play along. other times, i am yelling at my celestial screen writer of my biography to quit making the heroine go thru the melancholy episodes and give me a break. but in general i am happy, with both bad and good aspects of my life. i take it in stride. it also reminds me that i FEEL. i think the worst thing to ever feel is numbness. love is a strong emotion. even hate is deep because it is the opposite of love, just in the opposite extreme. sometimes it is kinda flattering in an odd way when i find out some one is hating on me. think about it. i have that much POWER to make them exert so much energy as to occupy their time hating. but it aint too many people like that. only person i can think doesn't think too highly of me is my sophomore highschool ex bf, dave, and his henchwoman side kick, deniese. talk about holding grudges. eh, its all good. they just make good personality models for the antagonists in my novel.