Lost Love Lust

Tags: art

• synonomical possibility.

  I light my cigarette. Yes, my cigarette. I’m a godamn artist. Not a soy popping premadonna. Even the smoke that floats upward from my cigarette is healthier than the thoughts I’ve been having lately. My experiences are creating a mentality I’m actually beginning to enjoy. You might wonder what this mentality implies, and I might [...]

• autolysis of 32°F.

  It’s been a lonely night for this writer. I pour some Captain into a glass. Cheers to being happily miserable. I write to empty my soul, not my glass. I played jazz on my drive home from work. I’ve probably smiled 400 times today, and not once sincerely meant it. I’ve wished hundreds of  “good [...]

• a long awaited phoenix visit.

  Yes! It finally took place, after attempting 4 seperate times we finally visited the Phoenix Art Museum. I was so excited I could barely contain myself. Vivi and Jake came over, I finished my coffee and we were on our way! Jake mistaked the Scottsdale Art Museum for the Phoenix Art Museum but we eventually [...]

• c’est belle problème.

  I’ll tell you what the problem is buddy. Oh I’ll tell you what the problem is indeed. No longer do humans express themselves. Sexuality is repressed. Love is avoided. Art is mundane. Women have become men, men have become women. Personality is objective, marriage subjective. Disagreement silenced, and agreement necessary. Regrets abundant, risks scarce. Music [...]