Clearing the cobwebs of my low lying moods, I’m trying to fill this time of waiting.  I feel like I am in this space where annoying music plays, you click your fingers on the desk, roll your eyes around for some sort of entertainment as you wait, wait, wait, wait, wait on hold.  It seems too early to start super preparing, but I am ready to be in England already. 

It’s the end of all days, the one’s that I know so far that is. From one flicking of the calendar to the next keystroke of my hand, it’s the end of all days. I have this warm snuggle of a feeling in my stomach. It’s not deep, but spreading, growing into my limbs. If I close my eyes, it’s a golden like hot cider. It reminds me of that somethingisgoingtohappen, but with out the deep ache of uncertainty, the possibility that it might be bad. If you peaked into a little window of kArA, a warm breeze would whip around you, as if you had the heater on full blast during the winter with the windows down, little wisps of unseen hair would tickle your face and you would grin inside, but shine a wisdom wink from your eye. It’s the end of all days, the one’s that I know so far that is.

 

Imagine if we could help each other with our depression. That would be cool.    Until then, photoshop.

I’m a heart beating human experiment of my own creation.  With the tapping of electronic electrons, spun in motion, a result of forming and breaking the chemically fumed bonds.  Disconnecting the equation of mood, product: unknown.  

I’m a mess of lazy busyness. My PC is dead along with many of my files, my photoshop and the comforting buzzing that puts me to sleep at night. Fen-Cho Min-Chex died, my fish. We buried him six fish feet down with a twig cross and some words. I have incredible amounts of polaroids to scan, but the summer heat tends to manifest more important things to do. I love it. AND I leave for London and Turkey on Monday. Yip to the eeeee!
Random Fotoes:

He is one of my favorite humans, my astrological twin, a friend for every occasion.  Last night we played some Wii bowling, tennis, boxing and some brain racing.  One of his art pieces hangs in my apartment and I like his face, so we took some photos of the many emotions of the Jammy-al in front of his art. I have a new face to trap in my plastic picture maker, YAY!

Caught by my SD500. D70 decided to lose all battery life the first day there, I blame Southwest and I guess me not bringing the charger might have a bit to do with it. Polaroid snaps are in my still packed luggage, I’ll get to them. Back to work, work, work.