Yesterday I traveled a far and long path to brave my mother’s basement, the basement that I am convinced is where all spider nightmares go for vacation. I went threw alot of my old stuff. Not too much because I wanted out of there before anybody got home, grabbed a couple of boxes and an old laptop bag full of old journals and random things. When I wrote alot and doodled when bored and nothing came to mind I would write random things on scrap paper, so far these are my favorite finds.. random and just plain me, no heavy thinking was involved
Here is a couple of them
I’m just sitting here making airplanes, paper ones that crash, why wont they fly? I folded them the way the website told me and still they just crash. Now I’m just sitting here watching people laugh at me, I was not trying to make a bad stunt plane, I did not wish to entertain.. I wanted a glider.
Now I am sitting out here crashing other peoples airplanes.
Anybody have a muse for sale? mine is on strike and since I can not meet its demands (better pay, better management, and less eraser) there is no crossing the line anytime soon. This is a horrible standoff