Wicked Gil

Oh lordness I can't concentrate a second. There are so many things out in the wide world I'd rather be doing. Of course I'm not doing any of those particular things either...Yes next week, when exams and assignments aren't COMPLETELY crushing my soul I shall do this:
1. Continue with the pictures: morn, noon, night
2. Go to The Student Magazine: write their pieces
and get a reference letter
3. Send N.E.E.T. a portfolio of my art. Already on
the laptop so not much to do besides gathering
gumption.

Playlist: "Wickedgil" and "ourswords" by Band Of
Horses

3 poems I thought quite

By Richard Brautigan (suggested by a malady of a breeder's mind)

"Your Catfish Friend"
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them."

"Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4"
1. Get enough food to eat,
and eat it.

2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
and sleep there.

3. Reduce intellectual activity and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
and listen to it.

4.


"All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace"
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

Playlist: My Chemical Romance and an insistent voice in my head saying "Postitpostpostit!" which sounds a lot like Pos tit....

Mystery...calling all DETECTIVES!!!

Who did this...because I thought I took a picture of the painter but I didn't.

Darn, darn, darn.

Whoo, okay now don't swear while looking at an object from the house of the gods:Le Louvre in Paris, France.

Edict OT General #7: New Endeavors with Water Drum 1, 2, & 3

I have endeavored upon a new task. It's quite strange (for a person of my temperament), possibly influenced by a soundtrack supplied by the Baka Forest People (with their excellent water drumming and meant to calm such notions as the ones listed above. I will be photographing myself daily. Notice if you will: I found myself beautiful While on holiday even though I took photo after photo. I became comfortable with my image. I was far away from all I'd known and who had known me. There was no one around to tell what I was or wasn't. There wasn't time to lose that last ten pounds. There wasn't space in my head for "...isn't that grin a bit too wide?" when I'm standing in Versailles. I'm going to carry my camera all the time and take photos of myslef everywhere to remind me: this is who I am. This flesh encapsulates my spirit.

There is today no better day.

Playlist: Baka Forest People, the drone of necessary homework buzz buzzing at my ear, and the inticement of N.E.E.T. (Guess who won out? Of Course. The will is strong, the body? WEAK. Epic Fail...I need to stop saying "Epic Fail" What the FUCK does that even mean in this modern day and age??? In order to get that out of my common vernacular I need to stop hanging out with so many bloody guys.)