the initial thought was relatively less magical than
that sentence turned out to be. I meant art supplies,
but, well, an endless supply of simplethingsineed would be nice too.
I don't however want that all in one room, I have my archaic way
of organization to upkeep!
anywho, if this were possible right now i'd make some amazing shit. can you ever just feel that in your bones? a creative shiver. an erratic and restless buzzing of ideas spilling out of pores as though the dam that had been trapping them till then was hammered down to bits smaller than the smallest bits. microscopically small. even atomically small. so far from visible, the dams initial existence is questionable. more than questionable, debated against. like tourists in north korea.
but my pens are out of ink.
the edges of my papers are frayed.
my funds bruised indefinately (or as indefinate as what matters which includes only today and i am broke.)
and i'm scribbling endlessly. on recipts. in books. journals. body parts.
I'm even replying to social networking que's.
why, i must be frantic.
but no.
I've reawoken yet again!
let's all hug and kiss and rejoice in celebration (preferably one with wine and class).
blog. back. on.
and a pretty thing to share with you pretty people!
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