I am no longer wearing pants and I feel so much better—well that and I have a large tall glass of ice cold herbal Tea.
I felt so hot, dry, and irritable.
I’m currently reading a book by Italo Calvino titled “Adam, One Afternoon”.
I’m loving it, because I adore short stories.
I’m going to read another book by him after I finish this one. It’s called “Invisible Cities”. Hopefully I will enjoy it.
Anyway. Time to quietly sip my drink as I read lots of descriptive words.
Artem Ovcharenko of the Bolshoi Ballet. Photos (c) Shelukhin Gregory.
Doodling on the piano whilst I try to come up with ideas. No luck. I should just make a cup of Tea and just go read
this pregnant hairless cat is so fucking done, i can’t handle it.
I feel sucked of energy and I can’t think of any melodies for this song…I scrapped the other one, because it sounded stupid.
My lips are so large. I look like BellSprout.
Time to finish writing the lyrics to a cute lullaby/song. and start on the music.
This week on Tumblr:
It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.
From the SSDD Fuct x Unmarked Fall/Winter 2013 Lookbook