Somewhere a killer stalks paradise with a handful of rufies, scratching a sunburn, watching. A girl misses her medicine and makes the worlds largest garbage can pyramid. A glue truck crashes into a balloon factory. A plucky guitarist brings the rock to an old folks home. A wave speaks to the surfer on it the secret of the universe in a dead language, heard but not understood.
Yesterday I dropped my mp3 player in the toilet. It appears to be dead now, and will receive a proper burial in the backyard later. In lieu of flowers donations can be sent to the charity of your choice. I am listening to the possessed one until a replacement arrives, strange voices intercede between songs demanding pizza and cheap beer be inserted into the USB slot. Yesterday our bathroom roof leaked and caused several tiles in the drop ceiling to collapse on everything in a spectacular mess. Yesterday an old friend called about being lost in a new relationship. Yesterday a fish grew legs and took it's first tenuous steps on land thinking "I'm not the first one to do this, am I?"
I spent today chopping up magazines for photo reference material. Tonight am drawing a landscape in charcoal. I feel connected to art but disconnected to people lately. A neurotic alien encased in walls, waiting to die and be eaten by his cats. How about you?
Either way, have a wonderful forth of July. Don't worry about safety, just blow something up. Cheers.
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