June 30, 2014
The limo. Black metal and black windows. A man in a black hat. The super confidence or coincidence. It is very hot upstairs. I don’t want to use your electricity too much. Water is free. Water is from The Lord of the sky.
Saturday I painted a big bad wolf with huff puff pig breath. The house is full of money. Dollar bills.
Two people came over to buy artwork. Two people in one day and a man another day. One of the people the first day was a red-haired lady. I don’t do well with communications over the phone or computer. Weird silences. Weird words. I’m recording the squirrels while we drink coffee. Mine is black and hers is less black.
Today I met with some people traveling from England to Tennessee. Walked by the confederate dead. General Gordon is in the ground Bobby Jones and his golf balls. Spent tees sat up just so–a few have fallen over. Useless. The visitors headed north.
A storm moved in and a gray bowed wall-cloud split the sky around a sheet metal lightning bolt. I bought my dog some food in a crinkly white bag.
No confidence.
The suit people mailed me a contract. Gulp gulp. I’ve been very combustible. I slammed my hand into the door. Coffee or jasmine tea or red wine?
Progress is movement is progress.
Plants can help. Chemicals can kill.
I surely love thunderstorms.
– kyle
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