Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Schrodinger...

 Schrodinger's Cat considers me that Burkenbine Person. 

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

RRR RRR RRRRRRR (Manly grunts of approval)

 Spent an hour or so trying to wash out and bug spray a wasps nest in  my car mirror. 

 I'm jacked up on adrenaline. Took my blood pressure, and I have a pulse. 

I haven't had a pulse in a long time. 

I may wd40 those squeaky doors in the apartment.

I may even lift something heavy. 

Nah. I've already done that. 

I got up today. 

I've never been a professional artist. It's always been from my heart, not my pocketbook.

 That's not to say some folks in different countries didn't steal my shit. But I never made more than .39 cents. That won't even...