THAT AIN’T NO GOD THAT AIN’T NO GOD THAT AIN’T NO GOD
I’m teaching a high school art class once my exams are over! Welcome to conceptual art, children. Welcome to hell.
I was immersed in a dream when I woke up at 3:20, then again at 7:30 in my parents house. I was sitting in the family room after I woke up and asking my mum why she was changing the order of the pictures on the walls. Everytime I looked over at the wall they were different. I figured they were never really different and that I was only hallucinating the changes. Then my alarm clock starts yelling...
how do you do
Tuesday and Wednesday were the epitomes of overwhelming academic situations. I’ve fucked up my hands. I cannot grip anything or use my thumbs without whining about the awkward pain it causes. I feel really pathetic with such minimal hand use. I had a panic attack on the bus and in my French lecture yesterday. On the plus side, I’m working on a large Vija Celmins / Peter Doig inspired...
MILDEW ON RICE
moderncommunities asked: referring to squares,it sounds like a painful process for you,but has repetition ever been comforting or a joy?
Contortionists make me think of people giving birth to themselves. What a predicament that would be. I’ve been having nightmares about stairs and stalkings. I feel like I’m always partially asleep.
what if my own skin makes my skin crawl