Hmmmm

by bobby.f.m

Posted to Utterances on 2002-09-25 04:56:00

Parent message is 291666
I really was gonna do some serious other type of arty sortof stuff. True. But I needed the poncuta to start, and now I’ve bullshitted my way through the story challenge, chatted to you and Panta, done NOTHING that lasts, like I wanted to, and laughed and wiped little tears from the corners of my eyes for hours more than my allotted internet time gives me permission. $$ but what the hey.
What kinda painting? I’m having a little timid bash here too, my style is pure scardey cat glazing over old pissy ‘not what I’d do now but want to try something and so let’s not be too precious’ canvas. Trying to live up to Carravagio’s painting technique and Varps too, keep it quiet else I’m woosey and stop. Don’t tell it’s shit because that’s not the point and I already knew.
I’m working too much to stay up late. Not working enough since another night is passing and the evening stuff is not done, again. But, happy, happy, joy, joy. I like it in here. Smarty-pantsing my way across the world, it’s like having your pants down in Bourke street as well as not. Friends but not real/maybe real. Making a dick of myself but you don’t know me really so….
Maybe the Dalai Lama would like a Dahlia Llama jumper? Can you spin? I’ll knit.


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