Cup (ancestors talk)

In my head, this is how Benvenuto Grassi talks to me about life:

Bored to tears? -- yes, cry over wasted time. You have my handle, so hurry up and hold it.

Pandemic.

--> Big, fat pharma: the Swine Flu makes money (after all, it is tackling Westerners).

Freestyle Hut:
"taking advantage" - a kin of the white lie; ignited by the recognition of opportunity and forging an infinite pathway between your intentions, mouth and asshole.


--> Something from the New Yorker that really didn't impress me: It's written by filmmaker Noah Baumbach, and he's best pals with my love Wes Anderson. It really reveals the netting of the network. Stick to celluloid, Baumbach.

--> Why is there never wine at our meetings?











Editorial meeting at Punch; late 19th-century

MOTHERLODE

Free Style Hut:
"Artist" = accepting of zeros (and the absence of any greater number proceeding them in order to generate wealth).

-->I've noticed teaching your art generally produces more money than practicing it. Thus, the adage "those who can't do, teach" should be edited to: "Those who can't just do, also teach."
--> I always spell motherlode wrong ("motherload") -- I always forget. But honestly, half of the time I spend typing, I am not really at max thinking. I have come to hate the clack of a keyboard (even though it is a signifyer of productivity). I think someone should invent a completely silent keyboard. Have they done that already?
--> New spring dresses always make me smile. (Seriously. Wearing one could even make optimistic...fall in love...use the word "fantastic")
--> Because most of this post is floating on the morose, I will add this video to lift the clouds:

Intro: Freestyle Hut

Freestyle Hut:

"headache" - A drum corp. frolicking within my temples; this making the noise of a thousand heartbeats (pre-cardiac arrest) all set to the same rise and boom.