creating art: a unique personal experience like everyone else's

things get stranger and stranger as the semester draws to a close. the bus i was waiting for this afternoon went past behind a towtruck. there was a parade of little men with clipboards wandering through the art building once i got there, and as soon as it gets dark, strangers start offering me pipes. it was the Day of the Beastie Boys today.
which is yesterday in normal people time.

well, i gotta take the trash out and steal some newspapers to put under my painting.