The World is but a pit stop to hell..
Soon I am going on hiatus. My right arm hurts too bad to paint..
if you have ordered something then I will still paint it..
i’m buying a car and gonna Uber..or play gigs…or both….no wait….
i forgot, I can’t stand the general public…no Uber…i am too tired to go buy a car..
i wish I had one friend to take me to get one but I have none..
Its bizarre to live this long and nobody likes you…oh this world, what a cruel mistress.
nobody knows you when you’re down and out.
maybe I could get the Uber man to take me.
my arm feels better today, somehow….maybe it’s a miracle.
i painted tonite..but I’m still gonna take a break and reassess my priorities..(as an Oprah type would say)
.is Neil Young..?.is Helen Reddy..?..is Grace Slick.?
it’s cold as freak outside..
i was gonna write a book this spring but then I remembered that people today can’t or won’t read.
maybe if I made it really bloody…and painted pictures in it….nah…
what did the sea say to the sand….?
it didn’t say anything, it just waved.
Prince Harry will end up working as a greeter at Harrah’s Casino.
his wife will land a job on Oprah’s TV show staff as an advisor but will be fired within 3 months
for trying to take over the entire show.
“No one rises so high as he who knows not whither he is going”