drinking one cup of coffee, feeling the half numb part of my face (the aftershock from this morning’s dental visit, which saw three more cavities being filled), listening to ‘murder, she wrote’ season five episode eighteen, showering at three, in one hour, writing a twelve page paper on the difference between erotic photography and pornography.
relevant google image searches yield interesting results.
enjoy this piece, the second cousin to barely feral. and come to open studios tonight! it will be my brief respite from my life of academia i’ve put off too long which is now mounting, looming, destroying.