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Agencia de Gays Zaragoza
8 years ago
She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes.
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she's always a kawoman to me.
Oy.
What's a girl to do? The world spins around its axis and everything revolves around its own self-center. Why shouldn't I be the same? But for some reason, it is not my forte'. What's that about? Geez. I seem to keep finding other people's needs to put before my own. I must admit, I like helping and caring for another. But one must not lose track of the fact that most others put themselves at the center of their circle and maybe that is the way it should be. Sometimes I think I come from another planet that inevitably leads to a sense of doom because, well, everyone here is human and humans behave as humans will. What else would I expect? For an alien-girl, I'm not all that smart.
Hmmmmm. I sense a cosmic lesson here.
Will she ever learn? Stay tuned, my friends... anything can happen. At least that's what I hear.
Next!
And speaking of abundance, (rooting you on fer shure, Wallace-stir!), I find myself excited by an abundance of ideas and possibility. I find myself getting more interested in the things that Wallace and I discuss in the great in between what we're doing at our day jobs that I just want to leave. Today, I wanted to go to the beach at mid-day instead of back into our air-conditioned and climate-controlled multi-story building.
The 12th floor is just no match for daydreams of writing and making art for a living from anywhere on the planet. I love the technology that makes such an idea possible.
Then again maybe the idea of wandering the globe writing for my room and board is just my alien wanderlust coming back to haunt me. Hmmm. Where'd I leave that space ship? Then again, with the price of fuel, perhaps I'll just stick to Earth for now. Besides, there's plenty of places I've yet to see.
It's just after 8pm. My hands are completely caulked. Today was my first experience with it, and I left the top (the top that I fashioned by knifing the upper section off) off, and ended up with a gelatinous goo mound. I took said goo mound and tried to apply it to a beautiful matte print. I don't know the result of that experiment but I'm not too optimistic. The earlier project with caulk has much more potential. All in all, a good day.
Abundance found me again. This time, I ordered 2 cheeseburgers, paid for 2 cheeseburgers and got 2 double-cheeseburgers. It's a karmic offset for the overcharging at the thrift store. Regardless, I drove around alot today. No cars parked at angles that caused me pain. No cranky old ladies threw their garbage in my trunk, and my sleeping hours were entranced by the sound of Spongebob in the background.
So, in conclusion. A bottle of Polar Ice vodka sits behind me, covered in a gelatin-like pseudo skin. A bag of packing peanuts sitting near, overflowing with abundance and variety. And, InDesign sits open in front of me, in tabular format, enticing my hopes.
In what may be the most interesting news of September, Wallace finds himself motivated, irrational, level-headed, and myriad conflicting, non-conflicting adjectives. He's somewhat smug and pleased. Things lacking from his usual repertoire. 3.4 hours of troubleshooting a CSS padding issue dealing with the newer release of Firefox, and the "a-ha" 1.4 second moment of discovery pleased him to no end. One part for others, one part for himself. Small things like this have been building up, and exploding in azure-sky non-fireworks.
Every time Wallace blinks it seems as though he falls into a dream. The blinks are no longer than usual, but the majesty and wonder of the moments is elongated into a symphony of hope. Perhaps soon he won't have to sleep.
My latest foray into obtuse illustrator art. 
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