The feeling came over to again today-and I could no longer ignore it and cast it to the side. I need to blog. To express. To question. To tell a tender tale. To keep up with my friends and those who inspire me.
I missed my quail.
I'm living in a new abode.
I'm living with a different family [whilst still staying connecting with my own immediate family from my hometown]
I'm rediscovering my love for locating new artists and albums
I'm starting [up again] and will finalize my sculpture course so that I may finally graduate
[through a new backyard installation - after the multiple discardation of my past work]
I'm a newly appointed associate of the quarter at work! After a year of genuine artsy decor teachings and advice]
[Pier 1 imports]
...and above all I feel better about myself and the days ahead of me.
I'm churning down dilapidated paths in a locomotive a fresh.
I missed my quail.
I'm living in a new abode.
I'm living with a different family [whilst still staying connecting with my own immediate family from my hometown]
I'm rediscovering my love for locating new artists and albums
I'm starting [up again] and will finalize my sculpture course so that I may finally graduate
[through a new backyard installation - after the multiple discardation of my past work]
I'm a newly appointed associate of the quarter at work! After a year of genuine artsy decor teachings and advice]
[Pier 1 imports]
...and above all I feel better about myself and the days ahead of me.
[side note: I've been really digging 1960s and 1970s jazz and funk lately with imperative influence from some friends around me. Primal African music, soul funk, and bitchin' Miles Davis- accompanied by the new Gorillaz album, and Holy Fuck have been taking over my frequency.]
I'm churning down dilapidated paths in a locomotive a fresh.
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