Bigger arms to hug the whole world

In a balloon powered by happiness... No, this isn't that kind of party. Filling a lifetime can be a stunt where you only get one take and the car goes in the river and you find your way out and then you go on with life and try to do it again but no job is ever quite like the last one, for some anyway, but giving notice to the world and respecting nature in a responsible way seems like the fair thing to do so I try to be a samaritan and I guarantee it for life at any price which is a hollow thing to say but what can I do about that except listen to my roommate next door sleeping to the dvd he put in earlier and now the same 40 seconds of the same crappy song is playing over and over at a low volume and could possibly cause me to go insane and I have to wonder how he can sleep through that and if it is affecting his dreams or if it's just a soundtrack to a homecoming fuck fantasy which we all deserve at some point, rain or shine which only applies to the part of the country east of the continental divide which I used to straddle for a living and only a certain breed can handle that maverick existence and I think I might have to look for the circuit breaker to find the switch to shut down the TV in the next room and it's a joke for some reason that I don't just wake him up and say turn that shit off because he won't even remember it happening tomorrow but the conflict remains and it'll be another test I'll have to pass somehow which gives me an excuse to recreate these conditions and that'll be psychically cleansing which doesn't look right on the screen but I think I've got to go with it and wait for the days to get longer again and follow the sun for a while and celebrate a good time had by all.

Time out to get back to work

I finished this painting last night and today reward myself with a sunny afternoon of chicanery, the good kind. The painting is titled "Frenchies". Pictured are Henri Matisse and Jeff Francouer of the Atlanta Braves. What is the reason for this pairing? It just felt right at the time. I hope to sell it for a huge amount of cash. Fast forward to the day when modern museum goers can be heard to say "We have to see 'Frenchies', it's the only reason I came." History may yet be garbled enough that a future professor might speculate on my mood at the time or some event in my life that may have influenced my choices. Still, at this point I'd be happy to be my generation's John Singer Sargent. Or a celebrated tenor except that my range is somewhat limited vocally.

Channeling Papa

Champions?

How did I feel that Sunday night after the champions had been chosen and the big game was set? Kind of empty, really, and I wondered if not caring about the Super Bowl for once was like finding out that Santa Claus was really your parents. I still like Halloween.
Anyway, at the moment I'm in Atlanta and will spend at least one more winter here which will test my endurance but I can handle a little gloom to weigh against a beautiful spring day or the sound of thunder in the summer which is a the thing I will miss colossally when I go west to make a fortune and find my fool's gold but I will meditate for good will towards my fellow man because Playboy says there's a study about monks that do just that and they are scientifically measured to be the happiest people in the world so I'll give it a try to keep the balance in my favor which seems silly, like trying to get a bigger pint of Guiness than the one next door even though a pint's a pint and balance is balance so you take the Coke with the pepsi (intentionally left uncapped).

Onwards and upwards

Drawing the winter ever deeper
The house shaking on its foundation
I wish I was my brother's keeper
That I might shape a generation
Dreaming of a rosebud within reach
With the grail itself pressed to my lips
Now leaving the shadow of the peach
The Faithful Inn to restart my trips

Fester Bester Tester

Today I crawl from the slime and shout to the heavens, "I am alive!" Watch this space for revelations, artwork, mayhem, maudlin ramblings, and general skullduggery. I appeal to all patrons of the arts to support as many efforts as possible and BUY BUY BUY! Help make this an interesting country, these United States, and dress up your share of it. I am born.