the world is waking up. the sky is changing from black to blue and orange... i hear the hum of buses passing by.
there's a strange kind of feeling that comes over me when i realize that the night has passed by completely and my day is just extending... if the world has been asleep, shut off, then where was i? somewhere else, apparently.
i can't concentrate on these books anymore... my mind has gone into that place before dreaming where all of these ideas come into being in loose associations. i've stopped processing the words on the page and instead i can only see the spaces in the text forming a brick pattern on the page.
this is when the best art comes though... i can't read, but i can trace the places my mind makes on the page. i've tried to explain this about the way i paint... i feel like i don't paint, but i just lay down physically what is already there so that other people can see it.
ooooh shit, i've lost it.
no, i'm not on acid, dude. i'm trying to cram for an exam i'm totally unprepared for, and there isn't time for sleep. (only for a journal entry.) the body and the mind need rest, and i've denied the body. but i feel like my brain is compensating with the same kind of twisted elaborate shit that happens in my dreams, only i'm awake.
so much love to my roommate, who goes to the grocery store at 3 in the morning to get me more coffee and make me breakfast, as well as lightening the load by providing quite humorous anecdotes about her vag.
let's hope i can make it through the exam with some coherence... wish me luck.
there's a strange kind of feeling that comes over me when i realize that the night has passed by completely and my day is just extending... if the world has been asleep, shut off, then where was i? somewhere else, apparently.
i can't concentrate on these books anymore... my mind has gone into that place before dreaming where all of these ideas come into being in loose associations. i've stopped processing the words on the page and instead i can only see the spaces in the text forming a brick pattern on the page.
this is when the best art comes though... i can't read, but i can trace the places my mind makes on the page. i've tried to explain this about the way i paint... i feel like i don't paint, but i just lay down physically what is already there so that other people can see it.
ooooh shit, i've lost it.
no, i'm not on acid, dude. i'm trying to cram for an exam i'm totally unprepared for, and there isn't time for sleep. (only for a journal entry.) the body and the mind need rest, and i've denied the body. but i feel like my brain is compensating with the same kind of twisted elaborate shit that happens in my dreams, only i'm awake.
so much love to my roommate, who goes to the grocery store at 3 in the morning to get me more coffee and make me breakfast, as well as lightening the load by providing quite humorous anecdotes about her vag.
let's hope i can make it through the exam with some coherence... wish me luck.
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i hope you don't have nightmares about the claws. I know i will.
TRIP.
I have twisted elaborate dreams too. Usually nothing like that happens when I'm awake. Unless I'm sleep deprived. Sounds like you are.
Tell Anything that ramon is 60 cents here. I think 60 cents for ramen is pretty wack.
Anyway- Hopefully you've gotten some sleep.
Love and Light, Elle