orangeheart

this morning i abandoned my carefully-packed lunch on the bus. the rest of my day went, yeah, kind of like that.

but last night i dreamt that she-she came to ohio because she was 15 weeks pregnant & did not know what to do. she kept reminding me that i should keep in mind that she used to be with mischka when doling out advice. i kept telling her mischka didn't even fit in to this fifteen-week equation. i was glad to wake up because it was starting to be confusing.

what i want very much right now is to make a giant kitsch painting with phototransfer & lots of impasto & brash post-pop colors, & to call it San Sieteaï¿½os.

very quick, i have to go now & learn how to anoint the sick. or watch someone else do it. probably.