Not that waddle is a bad thing mind you,

Its just that certain people notice it and tend to comment.

Its a muffin top asymmetry.

And the limbs of signal safety

continually wave at us.

Balance is imperative and

decays like the eyeballs.

I've seen it happen.

My lungs hurt from breathing your words.

Plantwear.

Plantware?

No, Plantwear.

You don't have to be seasonal.

Sure, we are allowed to interpret as appropriate.

There is nothing better than celebrating the

cause and effects of an invented event on the other days.

That would be the days other than the ones that we

learned to pay attention to.

This way can make it a more interesting event

While maintaining the integrity

Jot.

Now, thats a good word.

Thats what this is.

A jot.

We jot

a lot.

I spend every day

jotting

Doesn't sound as good with the ing.

Not going to use it.

What do you do?

I jot

Thank you

We need evolution.

regardless of what I say.

Does it want to be faster though?

I want my car that recognizes me.

Bastard.

Everything deserves a hat.

What exactly is lucky?

Standing around is a goal to some.

There are exactly enough jobs for everything that wants one.

Its just a problem syncing and matching us.

Swear.

What is all this boring crap? I know.

Not that it matters, but I should tell you again

that these are all drawings from one of the

many books that I have, front to back, every page,

Bad or good, meaningful or not, empty or full. So far from just one book.

We will be here for a while. Documenting.

A party of one.

Why not.

I was there, but I did not see efficiently.

Only limited color and dance-like freedoms.

Great sensations of envy consumed me,

but were gone with food.

The things we will say.

Went to a wedding apparently.

How do they do it?

Its all from the back looking forward.

There is so much to know, but why?

Someone to scold and

someone to smell.

Wrong maybe, but harmless.

I want the rain to leave something fun.

Something besides water.

Some days have more control than other days.

I want to eliminate that element.

Time shouldn't have that power over things.

The only thing time gets is killing us.

Nothing else.

Whoa

They notice things that I don't.

Pathetic come easy.

Now, we are all pay phones.

They told me that the louder you apologize,

the more sincere it is.

She was thick, but straightforward

with her order.

It better be right.

When speakers growl, they add

a grit to the atmosphere.

Its not really as complicated as the

people selling the products would like you to believe.

Trying to figure out a use for everything.

Really, nothing should be thrown away.

Now, again, I ain't no green guy,

I just think that if one takes the time

they could find a taker and/or a use for all things.

Its time consuming, isn't it?

There needs to be a convenient,

universal place to put these things.

A free market.

A big ole piece of community land

where we could put things for others to take.

like the meridian between the sidewalk and the street.

Might just turn into a land fill.

Next life.

I just say you can take your smart

and go home.

Don't need that shit.

Some of us feel compelled to hug.

It is nice, but do you always mean it?

Like a high five or a chest slam?

I don't think so.

Don't think back.

Too often.

He was determined to only

use portapottys for the

rest of his life.

Some sort of art thing.

Dreams can not be illustrated.

No,

not very well anyway.

Do cans dissolve?

Can we develop a seed that

grows in cement?

And asphalt?

I am beautiful.

Watching some people become

more important than they are.

Its enlightening.

Everything is nothing but in the way.

Thank goodness.

I am learning to float.

I have the exercises and I've assured

myself that it will take some time,

but thats OK.

I look forward to the day.

I love our new conductor.

He moves well.

I love good people except when they talk.

All those odd things it takes

to complete ones spirituality.

Its hard to keep track of.

We tend to accumulated more of it in

order to please those closer to the top.

The results are always the same.

Things left behind can tell quite the story,

but to bring it home to analyze,

could be seen as hoarding.

Some people call it trash.

Squirrels have become as interesting as cows.

Everything is getting smarter

and smarter.

What will it be like when all things are smart?

Chewing is distracting,

even underwater.

What is chewing without purpose?

What the hell is gum?

Odd.

Today is bunny day.

He started to mention artichoke bottoms.

in the middle of an entirely different conversation.

I felt pitty for his anger and lack of skills to think pleasant.

Imagine wanting everything to be stupid

just for your own self-generated advancement.

What are artichoke bottoms?

We can't leave ugly alone.

We make movies and create magazines.

Who wants to exist under these conditions.

Must be hard to look like somebody else.

S'like showing up in the same dress.

Thank god for surgery.

And death.

I dig goggles.

We'll all be wearing them soon as the

'scratching you're eyes out bitch' epidemic

begins to unravel.

There is a place where everything is furry.

Soft and easy as well.

Some call it unhappy.

I hear the trash trucks.

They take my bad dirt

and I replace it with good dirt.

Its like the witches in the

Wizard Of Oz.

And words just appear.

They will mean something someday.

A lot of us will never experience the bikini

the way it is meant to be experienced.

Fat white guys.

It is a type of depravation.

Sad.