The people I still hangout with think I’m clingy and intrusive. I stopped hitting interpersonal milestones when I was like 10 years old. Every fucking day is a game of Russian Roulette of both physical & emotional pain and stress. I am a slave to my own empathy. I’m worried or paranoid all of the…
Migrating blogs…
The good news is: I didn’t die
Some other news: the blog change is permanent:
http://my-arms-dont-bend.tumblr.com/
The bad news? Most of the new blog’s posts are about drugs (poor timing actually, with 4/20 and all)
I’m in a lot of pain. Tired, but in an “artificial” way. Too afraid to go to sleep.
I feel like I’m dying so; my “real” blog: http://my-arms-dont-bend.tumblr.com/
At least I’m watching my favorite movie, Dogma
Southern cassowary - The booming sound a cassowary makes is the lowest known call of any bird and is right at the edge of human hearing.
Thanks to everyone who came out and supported me at my opening last night and shared such a good time, even in a tornado watch! Here’s a shot by @kingkazma of my new piece ‘Black Jack’, a 30” x 40” painting which I’ll be posting a full shot of soon. If you’re in Richmond, the show will be up until June. @glitchgallery @loosescrewtattoo #jackjohnson #galleryshow #rva (at Glitch Gallery)
You’re a towel!
“We find these truths to be self-evident: it’s puff, puff, pass or next round you get skipped.”
Check out “Founding Fathers”, from Trevor Moore’s new album Drunk Texts To Myself, available on iTunes today.
Because there was even a 4/20 back in 1776.
Best Weed picture.
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