I hate when commercials ruin songs, hopefully soon we will forgot about those sad dogs on TV. Damn, I cleaned under my spacebar and now it is hitting weird. Let today mark the day that I broke something trying to clean. I advise against it.
Also – this music, makes me not hungry. Whatever that means.
This song hurt in weird ways. When I reverse a song, it usually digs deep.
Headed back to that time period, quickly. Now a few from one of my first CDs.
I absolutely love it when she calls me ‘Sweet Potato” or “Sweet P.” Today was the second day that I went up to the sandwich shop and bought a dozen cookies after I knew that they would be off of work. She had told me that she baked fresh ones today and they were everything that I could have imagined.
She may know by now that the cookies are all just part of my performance art. Craving to be as close as possible without disrupting the universe.
As I take my normal walking path and turn left on A Street – I thought about graphs of asymptotes and how the line continually approaches a given curve but does not meet it at any finite distance.
That must be incredibly frustrating for that cute little line.
Today, I ordered a book: “Walk Through Walls : A Memoir by Marina Abramovic.”
Microsoft pulled an ad featuring Marina Abramović after internet trolls called her a satanist
Tonight I did a thing. It wasn’t really for the Easter spirit but more to see her smile and it just happened to be a convenient excuse. I’ve had this necklace charm for a while now for her. It is of the trolley in SF and when you hold it up to the light, there is a picture of the golden gate bridge.
I put it on a silver chain that I had in a box from when I was a kid, because to me that is more important than anything I could currently buy – which isn’t too much due to the Corona Virus crap. Then I wrote a few notes and put it in a plastic container. After I had a dream of hiding it for her in an egg – I found a plastic egg in my house and planned to do just that. As I sat her last night, I decided I needed it to be more fun – so I created a mini beach in the egg. Well, I took some clean sand that I have on hand for when I change out the gecko tank so I filled it up half way, I searched my house for a packet of salt and added it in there with a note that said “Mini beach, just add water.”
Then I put my plastic treasure box and my mini beach in the egg and sealed it up. No one has seen that part yet. I proceeded to seal up the egg with electrical tape and decorate it. Now it looks like the artistic mess that one might expect to come from me. Once the design started smearing, I put it in a plastic bag – so let’s see how this goes.
Naturally, I messaged her this wonderful treasure map and told her where to find my magical egg. There will be no bean stock but I hope that it beings happiness to her weekend. I have never really done anything like that before but in my heart, I thought it would be remember-able.
I feel like I am living in a tragicomedy.
There she was like a picture
There she was, she was just the same
There she was, he just had to know she had not forgot his name
Trying his best to forget her
Trying his best to just keep his stride
Kept his word, but he knows he heardUlay, ulay, oh
Every time that I watch that lobster video, I feel like its so symbolic… I get pretty… disturbed watching the poor guy all close up and then his incinerated self.. I guess I have never had lobster. We’re talking about someone that has a hard time with chicken… but my point is.. I continue to watch it for the few glimpses of your hands and back. I don’t think anyone can write that without feeling odd, but I just want to hold your hand so badly.. and kiss your back softly.
It’s always worth it every time, so .. yeah.. i’d face my fears for you. and that’s a pretty big deal.