sketch

getting ready to rob a store with Natali Moon. night
in her car
foamy sheet in the back seat I ruined. like old dust dissintegrated.

in need of some consistency...

as it must be obvious by dates, it is difficult to consistently continue a dream record. I wanted it to be something I did every morning. Some days there's too much flurry in the morning upon waking and the dream is so fragile it gets blown away like face powder in strong wind! I just get this minuscule residue. I only know the color and not the pattern.

I want to try harder. even if there's only time for a few sentences... it's easy to open up this blog on my browser. It is literally a few clicks away. So no excuses. Just get it in here.