i am applying scum to various extremities on my person. it is getting in the way. i can't stop this uncomfortable application. i am very upset. i am sitting in my studio worrying about purpose. it seems i have none. i am accumulating artworks but no sense of self.
yesterday i was attacked by a st. bernard. he bit my leg so hard i thought i was dead.
i am afraid of many many people.
i still hate the cecily brown show even though i have heard that other people like it.
i am worried that i am developing a pear shape, which is a very humiliating shape for a man to have.
i am 32 years old, fully a man, but still feeling like a little baby puss.