streaming thoughts

antique bottle collection

oil on canvas. 30" x 40"

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was up late into the early morning watching old rockers pull lolly pops out of their hair. my kid nephew drew them upside down and then sold his brushes on ebay for a buck and a half.  my word.  what a day. what a year. two cords of firewood, a half ton pick-up full of pine needles and old, scorched sweaters salvaged from the union.  my word.  i lost my way.  then, when all was lost, decided that eating tomatoes fresh off the vine would help to caress the soft fur of my dogs underbelly. sure enough, his nose lit up and he led the way across the sky far into and out of all known black holes. only one problem:  he got space balls all over his tail and it began to droop.  he lost all interest and, as a result, didn't even make an entry into the diary for schmucks.  afterwards he proposed to the tailgate party that all swell that sends well and he took his cape, burned it into a fine powder and then ate the ashes becoming the dust that his father promised him.