My dream had me pushing carts around a hotel basement somewhere and there was a vague menace. Low ceilings, patterned carpet. These twenty sentence things are not repackaged tweets; rather they are all new original content generated out of a crushing sense of inertia. I’m a content provider? The above photo was taken while I… Continue Reading
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Twenty is as does…
Why does it seem like some alarm is going off over and over? Spent way too much time entering urls, because I got obsessed when I should have just delegated. That was a good salad I made my way through this evening; spinach, avocado, beans, greens. Creativity is frightening, overwhelming; the best art instruction should… Continue Reading
Please may I have another twenty?
This morning’s dream involved Dennis Cooper telling me about the fantastic rents he was getting from a tenant on some Los Angeles industrial space. Yesterday I stopped in at an art opening in Chinatown, too early to see D, but in time to feel hemmed in by the crowd, and thus shy. In a way,… Continue Reading