today sure was swell!

i found a heads up dime that was the color of a heads up penny.

that equals like, 10 heads up pennies!

SLOWNESS

Q: are professors jerking off their own brain on YOUR TIME?
feeling generally ANTSY?
wrecked on the lee shore of FUN?
can't get down to brass tacks?

SOLUTION:
skip town with several books, get stuck in traffic, crawl up a river a little while. smell like fall and moldy life vests, make a delicious sandwich (for the dog to steal half of, but what the hell, right?)
read while sipping at reheated coffee.
make your work work for you, work without realizing it, work out of doors, then bring it back inside, don't think about your work, work later, work a bit now, take a break from work, then another, half-ass your work. tell your work to go fuck itself, apologize to your work, (it is a forgiving thing, after all, it needs you like you need it). work til work works you, tell your work a joke, work out.
reheat some more coffee.

This is "Git'r'done" country and i'm Git'n'it'together.

Back to work.

"better to have loafed and lost than to never have loafed at all"
---James Thurber

also go see phil elvrum cartoons -similar to that other one up there

semi-thematic nonsense/ creeping gloom

BEING AND FUNKINESS

it is very important that you see this

daydreamin

no art no nothin
just twisting pretzels like writing an epic poem about philadelphia in a language that nobody knows

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CANT THINK NO BRAIN

hey, are you patient?
check it...

its wacky and boring and spooky and pretty

Graham Roumieu

The Great Motivator

old stuff, new stuff, this stuff

AWCRAPALYPSE

http://hasthelargehadroncolliderdestroyedtheworldyet.com/

"Goats are currently devouring downtown L.A."

this is what i heard out of context on the news this morning.
Weird cartoon images, you know? Nightmarish scenes of a goat apocalypse.

"don't goats eat trash?", i'm thinking, "wow, how apropos.

"awesome". things like that.

so all morning long i'm daydreaming about this. hordes of goats. paths of goat destruction. etc.

celebutantes waking to find their world a wasteland- and goats maliciously nipping at the hired help, who in vain beat at them with broomsticks and garden hoses-stuff like that.
The fuckers are taking taking over!

The reality of this, however, is nowhere near as cool as i imagined.

evidently, when the news anchor said "Downtown LA" , what he meant to say was "A two and a half acre lot in downtown L.A."

The promo also failed to mention that the goats are there ON PURPOSE- a greener method of clearing land. no motors, etc. Which is awesome and all. but i'm still real disappointed.

left with nothing but this god damned impending math quiz to worry about.
but there is also this.

ANXIETY

SUCCESS!

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photo by abbey sarver

Unfinishable doodle

wanna collaborate?
what i mean to say is i give you this in real life and you finish it and keep it AS YOUR OWN STUFF!

friday, last kayaking maybe of summer (wait it's fall)because instead of rivers i'm going to have to spend my free time in "tech centers" or "facebook labs" or whatever

also out there not paddlin anymore thinking to myself i need a new outlook on shit feelin like those dudes in the movies who are lookin for a new outlook on shit.

then saw an abandoned and half-inflated raft washed ashore and started daydreaming about dead or missing rafters which was a drag. i wonder how many day-trips this has utterly ruined.

little old things

because my thinking gland can't keep up with my misfiring sentiment nodes. meaning artlessness and e-dentity crisis.

I AM UNCLE GEORGE

haunting my own house in a weird way
(it's something sort of like half a dish of melty ice cream in the sink?)
gloomy i guess, but there's a mutual sort of affection i think. between myself and it.
un-judging witnesses to one another?
if there were a better phrase to use than, "this is probably because of the enormous quantity of 'psychic energy' that i've deposited there", i would use it. because in this way it just sounds plum crazy.
maybe it's better to say something like, "it feels like home".
oh well. if nothing else it's a nice theater for daydreams.
also it's where i make my coffee and people send me things telling me that i owe them money.

WHERE IS ART? gone the way of my attention span

"time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana"

abbey sarver write keith bush biography

keith was born a twin. which always will ground him in the human spirit, despite how misanthropic and jaded he may become. he always believe his twin brother to be better than he but does never know how artistic genius runs rampant in his drunken my-dad-bought-you-this-ikea-desk (in lynnewood gardens none the fucking less) VEINS.

i mean seriously, his bother just plays Frisbee. (good guy still in all)

artistic must be defined in this day in age, so it must be. keith is artistic genius in that you tell this boy/man to draw you a drunken octapus william s. burroughs with his limbs cut off and sewn back on by fucking Louise Bourgeois , and fair enough he will draw it best enough that you agree to it upon your skin for ever etenity. (tattoo?)

if you have aversion to the idea of TATTOO do not be discouraged, mister? you may keep the napkin he drew for you of the future existence of yourself. that is remarkably, ON THE BUTTON???

WHAT

he will draw your tattoo and take pride in it, moreso than an A+ in 2D Design at Tyler School of Art (where i may take my goddamn pride, dumb), or perhaps even MICA or whatevs is number one right now, doesn't fucking matter because he will be the best at cartoonin and chillin and bffin, that should he ever even get accepted to these prestigous art schools, he will never graduate, because his mind is too far and in between.

perhaps he should be sailing. or being your best friend. saying that school is not a good choice is not at all AT ALL a bad thing.. he simply is his own. artist genius and all, etc and etc.

its getting pretty damp out there, abbey

WWTVD?

lives as: tragicomic studies in novelty and romance.

cultivation and maintenance of "relationshams"

here is a picture of god.

TU

O' No!

i bought a vaccuum and not a tattoo.

then i found this on the INTERNET:

scratchboards

i think therefore i am anxious

if memory serves: receiving a lesson on the benefits of stainless steel in ship building. (memorial day weekend)

is that not appealin'? it's that summer feelin'

what i mean to say is, i think i'm getting lazy

ladies

Allegory of (for?) Winter

as seen from spring

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this guy

BUY MY CAR

SLOWDOWN(fucktomorrow)

bored heroism
and the annunciation(a work in progress)

LASTDITCHPROMO

show

(making it sound way bad, it's boomin')

hell if i know

i'm having trouble

prize for whoever helps me help this:
a whole thing of candy beans

har har har