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A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
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Oh, MM! Poofy has retreated into the fur-bomb. A very appealing thought...
A blue fur bomb to lead the way into nurture vs. nature. The plushness is there.
Yes the valve is open and accepting of all types. It is accepting of the other.
oh I am thinking of getting a poofy cat for myself. But I must be careful not to crush it with my tentacles.
This species of kitty is krush proof, don't worry Sloppy O.
A feather duster! For ME? Thank you so much, Mountain baby!
Wandee: behave.
Jesus tells me this poof must not be used to clean apartments. Jesus speaks to me through my raisins in my morning bowl of cereal. It is dynamite.
I am off to the pain arena. Sportsmanship will not be part of the scene I will act out. Deliverance courtesy of a stationary mover will be what I seek.
Me neither, PD. A bad cold keeps me from going, and the Thanksgiving calories have taken up permanent residence. I am turning into a blob.
A strange this is occurring, I am eating with a fury unparalleled in my life thus far. Today I have consumed:
1. Corn tortilla with egg
2. Balance bar
3. 2 more corn tortillas, this time with peanut butter
4. 1 piece of rye bread with more peanut butter
5. 1 flour tortilla with tomato sauce and a little cheese
6. 1 apple
7. 1 large carrot
8. 1/2 large chocolate bar (deeeeeeeelicious)
9. potatoes
10. broccoli
11. steak
12. arugula salad
13. coconut sorbet
What is the deal here?
The pain arena only makes up for about 2 of these items, I think. I love the foods. My stomach is enlarging for the holidays.
You sound like you are filling out MM. Maybe you need a girdle.
More flesh to wrap my tentacles around...MM
It's all very bad.
Misery. Coming in waves. I have no ability to transcend the disgust and self-hate. I want to obliterate into pixels.
Death is the obvious next step.
Don't die, anonymous! You lend such mystery to our lives... we need you.
HEY!!!!! HEY EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!! I love you all. Guess what? I no sell in Miami. Oh well. It happens. Lots of money transacted down there. Kenny Schachter was quoted as saying 25 million is the new million. Not for us lowlifes down at the bottom!!!! $100 is actually a nickel for us weenies.
But anyway. I am happy to have my sweet bloggers to tell my sad secrets too. It's ok. I am sure many others are in the same position. I am happy I had goods on display down there. Now it's time to buck up and go TEACH MY FAVORITE CLASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Sorry for the misspellings. I am not adept at that these days.
MM, I hug you eight times. EIGHT TIMES!!
xo,
Sloppy
me too, MM. hugs.
Thanks Sloppy O and Krix. Last night was the last night of classes, until 2 days of critiques next week. I am so happy the class is over and actually the kids had to do presentations and they did AWESOME. It was actually fun to see what they did. They were supposed to use images that they learned out to take of their own artwork, process them in Photoshop, find 2 or 3 artists to talk about their work in relation to and do a Powerpoint presentation. They all got fancy with the Powerpoint and it was funny. It was a very positive note to end on and I was proud of them. They were all nervous. I wanted to say, hey, thats' how I feel every week, but I decided it wouldn't be a good idea.
Anyway. I cannot tell you how relieved I am that it's behind me. And there were a couple of cuties who seemed seriously bummed out that I wouldn't be around next semester which shocked me and made me very happy. I finished my first semester as a teacher!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
congratulations to YOU MM!!!
That is fantastic!
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