Upon staying home and deciding what to do next I reek of body order and cigarettes. I’ve smelt this smell once before on a truck driver. It’s great! I shall write, organize, idealize, and take photographs without really getting anything done in the conventional sense… mmm, the life of an artist, I wish!
Sitters are sitters. Workers are workers; writers are writers but not authors because authors are authors. And then getter-uppers are getter uppers, and farmers are farmers who farm, and people buy shoes and shes because they are shoe buyers and she ones too. Hey, I know that girl. I think I recognize her from the yoga shop because she is a yoga teacher. So that makes me a yoga-shop enterer. And...
Let them sisters be sisters; workers, workers. Writers are writers because they right, not because they am those authors who write. Anthropology- you better believe it. People get up and be getter—uppers because they am those butter uppers. \ Nineteenth century is a tyme. Up above beholds an impossible letter that even I don’t understand, but which I always do.
hey mr your no bold man,,,
Please to meet you. I’m an annoying artist.