Hot hot heat

Drinking alone is harder when it's 106 outside. Especially red wine. Even in my air-conditioned hidey-hole. But unemployment makes it imperative. This is my job right now, and I take it very seriously. Television gets boring. Booze makes television better. Batlestar Galactica isn't the same sober anymore. Applying for unemployment is ridiculously easy.

Hey drunk friends, or friends who read drunk thoughts...

I make art.

I've started posting it.

Check it out by clicking  -> *HERE* <-

Comments are always appreciated. Intoxicated or not.


(Disclaimer: not all images were created while drunk.)

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Small towns love Steve Miller...do I?

I'm at a tiny bar in a tiny town drinking my 2 dollar bottle of Bud Light. So many sweet mustaches on such strange men. Also, there is a guy with AN EYE PATCH!! Jealous? I want to move here with all my friends and rule this town. It would be like a Rhianna song.

"IT'S A MUSTACHE."

Making feathers out of material that does get wet.

Disclaimer: I am not writing this in my word shit and then copying and pasting. No editing.

I am almost a real person again, so that's good news. Since I've been slightly made of jade for a year, give or take months or six to eight.

I want to go to France and I actually am going to this year. Before my next birthday. Fuck right. About fucking time in sooooo many ways. !!!

It was the Australian wine that got me pricing flights when I should have been reading dental reviews or some jazz and blah.

According to my last post I am supposed to post art things. I don't have a new photo so this is what you get:


(I don't want it. I just need it.... Maynard...) -nevermind that

^ this a month or so old ^ This I have for you dear readers tonight.

So I haven't dyed my hair in seven years. I am going to create something to ^this^effect with peroxide perhaps. Blah again.

The realization that I am an artist and that I am fleeting in the inspiration (or have been lacking entirely) is the begining of the sigh, the half breath, without follow through. This and the defotones makes me feel nostalgic...

Either way, anyway, I lost my thought... I am going to be my real self again soon.  By real, I mean of substance..... WHOA!!!!!!!!!!! Just killed a centipede!!!!!!!
 What was I saying?? I think I was going to say something about feeling like vapor, but killing that creepy thing... I now feel like a warrior. It a great night.

P.S. I went to a wedding over the weekend. Everyone should have a dancing bear at their nuptial and a fairy princess and a bonfire with pagan sacrifices. Just sayin.