Is a very dreamy russian painter.
Lying in bed feeling languidly relieved from the oppression of the recent heatwave. Thunderstormed out on the balcony with my feline companions as I wait for something unspeakable or misplaced or redundant. Deciding to convert the summertime apartment into a make-believe cottage, we have the board games to prove it-yahtzee, uno, monopoly you want it we got it kid. Hell I'm so bored I'm gonna audit another class, well that and the fact that a little latin american history never hurt anyone (and neither did magical realism...except for that one time: http://m.assetbar.com/uua9TgBw2.gif )
I assured myself I would figure out how to get the creative juices flowing again after spain, but so far not even sangria does the trick.
shommm shom nom.
ReplyDeletePictures are decoupagey schieley fluffy heaven.
Your poems are composition compote.
Up next on infiparty: rave review of the movie Lola, rave review of Invisible Man (more books about schizophrenia plz yes I know I just read 2)
Just meeting Vrubel, thanks for the help.
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