Seriously

I feel kinda gross and lethargic, a real malaise.

I will now be consuming smart water exclusively. Because it has smart on the label and the alphabet changed tribal man into individual man who makes lifestyle choices based on personal preference which are actually signers signifying one's true and inimitable soul.
Duh.
Ew. My head feels like poop.

Art Snack

What? I'm in grad school and I consistently feel just a tad on the tard side? Kind of. What am I thinking about right now? Thanks for asking.

Accessories mostly.

additives, sauces, getting sauced.
Things you put on other things to change their over-all nature. Sauces and boozes and wood veneers and tooth veneers as literalizations of things that are added for the purpose of change, but don't fully mask anything. A covering with a massive suggestion of underbelly (underlying emotion issues, underlying food taste, ugly walls and bad teeth) An underbelly that easily leads you to its pathetic insides. And never really wanted then to be covered up in the first place, like a suicide attempt with 10 aspirin instead of 100.

Only funny.





So. I made this thing-- it's really heavy. About 220 lbs-heavy, like a fattish man. And it sits in my studio like that, a fat little man (about 4ft 6). It's really hard to move.

I am going to either start thinking about making things of a lighter nature or making more muscles in my body.

Dinners.

Pork Chop with black currant reduction. Made by Kurtlan.


Most of the Holidays were spent staring into space. Sometimes space is a TV and I'm hungover.

As soon as I got to NY it seemed maybe, that I wouldn't be allowed to leave. Perverted perpetual work ethics and really cold everything.

Most social interactions involved snacks and liquor but I'm less inclined to take photos of snacks than consume them.
I see where an argument could be made about the validity of me having a "snack blog."
Shut up.