In my dream you speak to me like I'm the pet parrot that escaped out your mouth when you said elope, not to make an exit but to see you right. Spilling out like that wasn't on my agenda, just as being a cage wasn't your face's plan. In the dream you let me hover close enough to follow your eyes around as they spot bluebirds and dismiss them, when they turn inside out & see nothing but shopping lists that you dont turn around to see the little scribble on anymore. In my dream I explained my fall, warped wings et al. The skies were making me complacent I said, all branches were laden with honey but then there was you with your big smiling cave and we- then you shut me up like you used to, like I was the swallow for your hollow and we, I said to every organ I met inside, only made sense without the fear of spilling out.

K2

I wish you put me in it.

Because

almost everyone and everything's been giving me shit. And I have no nose anymore. Lot of white space. Life. (Be glad I didn't add the gore, or are you into that kinda thing?)

I feel a little orphaned. But I'm glad I still got my folks, and its the best I have, and I never thought I'd be saying this. Not a friend who's say hello you have blue shit on your forehead wipe it off you retard. Or  say anything at all that wouldn't piss the life off of me. 

Old unpublished work

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^ Poster

Some jazz I put together as promotional material for NH7 2011. Just for funz. Original Photo courtesy- google images dont sue me this is the only page its ever been on.

I know it seems like I lied but snooze is happening. Meanwhile if anyone's willing to hand me an internship without me having to go through all the jazz that I've been procrastinating about- yes please! 

Consider this a yawn

I'm about to wake up and get active, post more, work more, procrastinate less, and update the fuck out of this space soon. 

O+

There are times I stop thinking, cause I can't think or I'd rather milk a cow than think at the given moment but is thinking about all things beautiful to distract myself the easy way out, or positive attitude?

Some shabbily executed packaging design (CollegeAssignment) work on my window sill. Not a very happy time, but the owls make me hoot. :)
And I just noticed, 99 followers! One more and I'll have a beer and urge you to join me. The dying blog thanks you for visiting if you're reading this.



But how come nobody talkstomeeeeeeecommenttttplease.