I've been painting this canvas for the past couple of hours trying to get the colour just right. It is the colour of future. That's what I call it but most would say it's "erie decent." I used some plastic grocery store bags and a ziplock bag and I bunched them up and sort of smooshed the paint into the canvas giving it a bit of texture that's drying into... canvas. It was a little more distinct than that but woop dee doo.
I want to turn this into a collage because I like to do collages. I don't know what to put on there. I don't even know if I have any magazines....
The rain had brought out the jungle in town. Everything that could grow was growing as green as a Lepruchan. Bugs were partying like there was no tomorrow and it smelled like a grill was getting fired up over the fence. Bird song made the air into libretto, notations, melody. Life. Teenage life. Yeah, Spring showed up, making her/his presence felt. Not even a moon ago were there any real buds to speak of on the branches and now? Teaming. Loud with the business of heated human beings. Vibrations on the roads and parking lots. At the counter and in a charge. These are the days of activity. When we can do things.
"The Derby is today sir," Max reminded. His new blue exterior not fully appreciable in this early light.
"I know. I've been waiting for this all week and now I feel like crap. I...." I couldn't decide.
"Don't know if you're going?" Max finished.
"Yeah. Yeah. I... I think I'm going to give myself a little bit to wake up and see how I feel. There's other things I could get done today." I looked down at my feet. The became self conscious of my attitude and looked up. As if that helps.
"Fetch the guitar? Cheer yourself up, sir?" Max asked with the usual nonintrusive manner in which he was selected for.
"Nah. But you could put on some music. Hip hop. One of the ones at the bottom. Loud. Ungh! I need to wake up!"
"Streaming...BeatBasement..."
I walked on over to the Window with my tea, saw Mrs. Scottsdale and nodded. She was walking her yellow lab like she always does. I still think she saw my awkward boner through my robe a couple weeks ago. We never talk. It doesn't matter. She probably thought it was funny.
It wasn't until about eight o'clock at night that I woke up. The sniffles and itchiness got under my skin, slowing me down to near zero. I kept myself busy in my small room. Glad I know myself. I just multitasked the day away, chasing my own tail in circles.
Now night was here and the tall woods woman was to visit. Her voice could guide you through a canyon on Mars and her hug is gentle for a tall woman's. The others were cleaning up and cooking stew, making ready for visit. Max was busy playing video games. Most robots aren't allowed to do that but I think he should be able to experience our interests as well. Besides, we all could use the exercise. I like to heat up. It's the only time they show any energy, when people are coming over. Otherwise, the couch is the opiate of the masses. I wish they made more noise. It's so quiet around here. I need a late night place. I'm in the mood for recording some music.
Mmmm. Turkey and mushroom soup. She's got some serious cooking skills. There are benefits to cohabitation. I don't even like mushrooms.
It's time to invest in some serious change. This seems to me like it might be the best time to reevaluate and self edit. The world's been coming to a head like a shaken bottle of beer. We watch our feet for fear of slipping off the edge. What's the future hold? A goody bag of imagination? More fun? I want to invest well. Find potential values. See the worth early on. The wave I want to surf has got to be right for me. I want to ride it all the way into shore.
