All tonight’s pictures are unfinished or still too wet to scan. I’m visibly excited, I think it must be the influx of energy you get after you recover from a cold, combined with anger. This must be what Joan of Arc felt like. It reminds me of the happiest week of my life, when I was accidentally prescribed steroids in college.Imagine waking up and literally hitting the ground running, going non-stop till you collapse for one hour of sleep, feeling your heart thudding inside your rib cage, which seems to be moments away from cracking wide open from the pressure. What a momentous week – drawings and paintings on every free spot in my room, I moved from one to another, letting them dry while I worked on others, day and night, breaking only for coffee and pills and laundry. By the end of the week I was sure I was going to die if I carried on. Fortunately the pills ran out and unfortunately life slowed down to it’s natural pace.
Reality, I always hated you.
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Tonight’s soundtrack:
Radiohead: “Jigsaw Falling Into Place”
Radiohead: “Killer Cars (Mogadon Version)”
Ike Turner: “Jesus Loves Me”
Whiskeytown: “What The Devil Wanted”
Jerry Lee Lewis (with Buddy Guy): “Hadacohl Boogie”
... all over and over again, till i was ready to strangle something to death.
