I have been a ghost for a bit due to the national flu. Who would have guessed the connection of illness would be our link. As I go into the new year, I have plans of making.
These bits are the middle of the start. The plans of me from before. I do love the little bugs. They seem to be an echo in my day right now. I see them in card games and drawings and toys. A little golden toy playing in my mind like a video game. Endless and clean.
Breast curves of dreams left in ash trays. Pencil cuttings from left over inspiration of legacy. I am but the hope of old generations snacking on disagreements. The led is synthesized to be dark and smoky. Better taste for capitalism but less filling.
The toe box of the studio is no longer vast or tight fitting. The silent parts are ment to be sexy but can no longer hold its own weight. Be yet the teeth and not the tongue and taste of us and our endless hungers. Scars and rubber bands holding the peace together.
If I were to bet on me for four more decades I would give you my dreams as collateral.
The desk is covered in half thought up plans, cough drops, clickers, harmonica from being 13 in human boy form, rolling papers and toy soldiers in a band I’m yet to imagine on page. These are my true currency.
Dreaming of smells from smaller mammals.
And yet I roll, I roll and nothing but dust are my new tattoos of the ink tribe. A king of an empty kingdom of returns from sanctuary sanity.
To be and do and sleep others dreams layered in like sandwiches. Run little boy run and tell them “we had cake when we were young.”
I hope you had a nice weekend. It was a learning experience for me. I didn’t know how I was in pain witnessing ICE in DC. I have felt for sometime that we were under attack from the government. It honestly hurts worrying about my West Indian family and friends. I walked with Alec to my favorite Rotti shop and it was gone. They moved away in the middle of the night. My heart was broken. I had been to that shop most of my life with my dad. A great loss exists where that taste lives and all the carnival stories converged.
It will be a fun and beautiful show. I get to hangout with friends and family and show art never publicly seen before. Lots of art big and small to pick up too.
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