I Do Not Want To Fight.

 

But this shit is tight.

It ain't no affair with lazy.

That's for sure.

Rpetition.

A similar feeling to the last time it happened.

It Is Only Love.

Today I swept.

Maintenance.

I picked things up and moved them and then set them down again.

Lots and lots of that.

Repeat.

There are so many things I have yet to do.

I need to be able to organize and execute.

This is important so as not to leave this to

those who might have to do this for me....

You know, in case I were to get crushed by Anne Anvil.

Or trampled by Rhinos freshly escaped from the zoo...

 

I am only kidding of course.

There is only this moment.

 

Only this smile.

Only this breath.

 Only this glint in one's eye.

Only this time.

Only this flat file crammed with paper.

Only this mass of painted, cut and reassembled wood.

Only these thoughts, poured from my brain onto canvas.

Only this tiny space.

I love you guys.

 

The Understandable Bum.

I was looking at all the Mom's at the park today.

I was waiting for them to invite me over into their little group.

You know, to like, talk shit about the kids...

Because that is what it looked like they were doing.

No judgements or anything.

Just calling it like I saw it.

It's how it looked.

Sue me.

I was only at the park on account of I got done a little bit early.

At work I mean, not life.

And so I grabbed the Burger and we stopped at a park.

Why not right?

YOLO and all that.

Only a year ago we were always doing shit like this all the time.
But you know, the world keeps spinning...

So anyways, it was a beautiful day and we enjoyed the remainder of it warming ourselves on the back of a giant turtle in the friscalating sunlight.

It's the Navajo Way.

love you guys.