one reason i always enjoy visiting home is because i always feel validated as an artist.
its that "little fish in a big pond who feels suddenly large when he visits the little pond that he grew up in" mentality. and it works.
seemingly even more so this time around.
or, maybe, just maybe, i am becoming a revolutionary.
i just know that last night, was neat.
there were discussions about life, art and existence over swingsets and cigars.
i gave away advice on love that actually sounded convincing.
we gave a life a name and a face.
we pondered what coffee she, she being life, drinks.
all in all i know now that i exist.
tonight, a painting and music party for anyone interested.
today, i need to get my haircut. its part of my mother's day present to my mom.
and, of course, by "part" i mean "all" because i am a lazy bastard and a bad son.
ah, vacation!
11:41 a.m. - 2005-05-07
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