Weather the Storm

it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit

A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.

I seem to be living a very expensive lifestyle called eating food regularly

“wow! thanks to the animated show, we finally get to see pike be around for the whole vecna arc!” i said with joys. i was then shot 57 times.

I’ve faced a lot of nasty art blocks over my years as an artist but none so detrimental as Going To Work

and the PROBLEM IS. the PROBLEM is that with other art blocks I can tell myself. oh it’s hard now but time will pass and I will heal from whatever mental or emotional block that’s causing this eventually. but WORK? A Forever Problem. There is no waiting-out Job. Having Job is eternal. Time does not heal Being At Work. Sand is always in our eyes forever

check out the mourning doves’ new single “hooOOOO hoo hoo hoo” if you get the chance. sound of the summer.