ramenpopcicle

following hallucinations out the door and into the streets- where little bits of dust fly around and collect around my feet and around fence posts and stop signs.  Georgia leans and yawns and touches a finger against the road.  My mind working stop working in trouble with myself and the laws of reality.  Stop moving.  Stop breathing, stop making money in troublesome places with serious people unhappy and breathless.  Stop feeling so insecure and stupid.  Stop moving around like a ghost on hollow nights and hollow evenings and stop feeling stupid over boys, and start collecting thoughts and thoughts and thoughts in little containers sanfransis

Hell yeah, I have a spot in a gallery.  There is a possibility that my comics may be published in a magazine and I did some modeling for a record store advertisement. Things are coming together better than I expected faster than I expected.  I wish I had a scanner so I could show everyone the things that I have been doing lately (which is a lot different- I feel bad that my gallery is so old- and that I did all of the drawings when I was young- save a few of the more recent posts.  Some day I'll get something up.) I just wanted to make a journal post so that those of you who still vaguely follow can see that I'm not actually on the verge of

My biggest flaw is my unhappiness. only pabst is patient enough to handle my breakdowns, developing stutter, and drunken threats of suicide. "This is the last holloween I will ever see!  I'm going to drink myself to death!!!" Then I would at least die like a real artist.  Like a real poet- just after I dropped everything and ran- and then found out that my head will never stop feeling crazy.  Atlanta or Cincinnati... only a bed for my mind to drag itself into- still fully dressed to sleep. God, life is beautiful in truth- I love being depressed, I love having hang overs, and I love cooking.