Work
Get ready. Drive. Drive. Speed up. Paaaaassssss. Yes. Drive. Open. mmmmhhhmmm. Clothes. People. Riiiiiiiiing up. Oh cutomers. Money. Exhaustion. Drive? Yep. Still driving? Home. Morning. Do it again.
there’s something comforting about the dinging sound of a message
beep
someone is thinking of me
beep
someone wants to hear from me
beep
the sounds follow me
beep
never escape me
beep
it’s hard to let go
beep
i cant get off this phone
beep
beep
bzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzz
……………..
beep
just let me sleep
A glimpse into the Story book of our lives
- Erika: My body/mind loves/needs this amazingness
- Ryan: Do you go to your parents house to be naked?
- Erika: Yes. And to be in the middle of a beautiful cornfield.
- Ryan: I want to leave work.
- Erika: Do it. Remember to shove.
- Ryan: And probably rant about something too
- Erika: There should definitely be papers everywhere.
- Ryan: Can I dramatically light a cigarette as I'm about to walk out the door and admire my destruction?
- Erika: Only if you do it in slow motion.
- **This post dedicated in remembrance of Nicky Novy. Even though I never met you I feel your absence through Ryan...and I also blame/credit you for his sense of humor. RIP Nicky Novy you led an amazing life**
be verbs
Be Verbs
Is
Am
Are
Be
Being
Been
Was
Were
To be a passenger
To be toes deep
To be waiting, alone
To be in the sunlight
I am a passenger?
We are all toes deep
This is being good, waiting, alone.
I have been in the sunlight.
What commentary on the English grammar standards.
Was it clear?
Where were the action words?
It is so bland.
Nothing happened (is happening)
But those 4 things happened.
Actions
Were
Was
Being
Been
Be
Are
Am
Is
Be Verbs.
Media
The word equal to sound. Not the same as *ADVERTISEMENT* The sounds of brush strokes, the sounds of scratching? Yes, because the pencil scratches. The surface, the mind, that becomes the entire point. A word equal to beauty visible by the end result. Not to be confused with mass consumption. Beautiful color and beautiful work this is to be consumed. So it is fate. The artist always falls beneath the weight of that which is consumed.
To be in the sunlight
To be waiting. Alone.
To be toes deep
to be a passanger
Feet to my Fingers to my Toes
(I reach my) Feet to the fan
Early in the morning (stretching and thinking)
Do I have any fans?
(with my) Feet to the wall
(I continue) Pressing and stressing (myself)
(my muscles) Flatten and bend to life
(my) Feet( (point) to the artwork
A definition of moment (that I)
Captured and painted (for my wall)
Feet to the bed (lying on the pillow)
Lying and relaxing (I should say)
Or perhaps stressed and tense (is more realistic)
(so frequently) Fingers to the measurements
(its always jeans and) Numbers and pins
Tiny numbers and sharp pins (my poor fingers)
Fingers to the machine (guiding the fabric)
(to the loud) Whirring and whizzing
(I am) Fast but (always) steady and straight
Fingers to the words (on the keyboard)
(Am I) Typing or escaping?
Yes (both). That’s the same.
Fingers to my hip (self explanatory expression)
Tapping, expectant and waiting
Impatience at its best (or worst?)
Fingers to my toes (grasping)
Digitized (appendages)10 total (count for yourself)
Toes to my fingers (same and yet the opposite)
Fingers and toes to the stretching
This is relaxation
In nothing else is there such serenity.
Fingers and toes to the stretching
Fingers to my toes/Toes to my fingers
