eta: I am a dabbling amateur. Any suggestions on improvement, aesthetics, additions, subtractions, alterations would be greatly appreciated. Even if u aren't into art yrself.
Feeling achy n weak I stayed safely in my underoos Fri. n Sat. drinking peach black tea painting n sketching & messin' with stuff, reading about tectonic plates. Oh Frank, you know nothing of bleeding. Elise sat still enough to let me finish her shoulders. I could see her little heartbeat in the valley of her collar bone. I sculpted a bowl or plant holder...dish...thing. My first try at a face, 3rd sculpture altogether. I forgot that it takes both hands, so a symmetrical face was a challenge for my right hand. Sometimes when I'm painting it darts out, tries to blend things like a pesky mother n law. I realize too late I should've let my left hand handle the job. Then I bought this t-shirt into which I cannot wait to stuff my boobs.
The tattoo of text spiraling my left arm gets questioned about once a week. I tell random inquirers that it's a 'poem about the moon.' When they ask how it goes I tell them it takes a while to recite n isn't immediately understood (right here, in the post office waiting line) & they are then rightly insulted that I dare underestimate their propensity to understand verse & insist I tell them anyway, though doing so often leaves their heads tilted, brows furrowed & Ooh, ok well have a nice day. Maybe one day a hot boy will ask me what my tattoo says & I will tell him & he will ask if I know that when they cremated Shelley his heart did not burn n they sent it to his wife, Mary. & I will do that guy right there in the breakfast aisle.
Acceptable Makeshift Microphones;
vacuum cleaner attachment
deodorant (per tuckova)
pool cue (ala planet_amy)
curling iron (unplugged)