i want to boil my shoes in a soup like in cartoons.
that's because i'm working with suede and i'm staining a 2'x4' piece in a bucket with scalding hot coffee.
thee process is thee product, or so it's been said.
the bucket smells awful. like... boiled cow skin... gee...
this is all part of my plan for world domination.
the largest goldfish in my aquarium is rallying up the others to get them to help him pick at a dead fish stuck in the filter. i've been too lazy to net it out.
as i was urinating the other day at izzy's house, the notion struck me: someone is waiting for me in boston. take that as you wish. but it's a comfort, considering i'm not entirely thrilled to be leaving *at this very moment*.
spiders as everything. hair accessories, genitalia, flowers.
i can't distinguish between last night's apocalyptic dreams and the two towers, which i saw today. plots intermingle and memories of either become increasingly muddier.
today was a subtle turning point, i think i flow up again from here. i'm pondering the role of adrenalin in visionary thinking.