the stifling heat of an early summer rouses me from my slumber, and i lie in bed with my eyes closed waiting for something to happen. anything. sadly, however, i am once again disappointed, and i open my eyes to the usual sight, the livingroom in a perpetual state of disarray. pails of paint litter the floor. acrylic, oil, water-soluble, aquamarine, fuchsia, maroon. a lone paintbrush lies on the tables, lifeless, its bristles encrusted with flecks of paint. hard to imagine this paintbrush had ever been handled with love or care. styrofoam balls dangle from wires, attached to various geometric shapes constructed from cardboard and paper, drooping heads held by necks barely strong enough to support their weight. A wire creation stands alone on the bookcase, the brainchild of a twisted mind. a brooding, ghoulish figure entrapped by its own dismal destiny, the piece reminds me of jack from nightmare before christmas. pencils, brushes, wires, sketch pads, posters, numerous sundries are strewn about -- the ingredients of an artistic calamity. as i look around the room, the air turns stagnant, and i suddenly find it
hard to breath.
i cleaned the apartment today.
also, i went to see The Vanished a couple of days ago. They were giving a free performance at Spiros for South by Southwest, though technically, they weren't part of the showcase. my second concert ever :]
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