Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
July 18, 2008 ~ 09:58:15 PM * -07:00ST
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Log # 370
Nightlife
This is what I’m doing. These are my colors and forms. Rusted-out concrete
and green glass. My brain goes here when everything is quiet, or everything
is loud. I took a more illustrative photo of my current living conditions,
yes, but the quality and subtlety were both lacking, and this is prettier
anyway. Some sort of cookie factory, by the smell of it.
