recently i have have been falling asleep abruptly and dont remember doing so.

just fifteen minutes ago i woke up in my bathroom (the room i am now using for studio space), on the floor with raw umber smeared on my right cheek and shoudler and my palette knife in my hand. As embarrasing as this is, i feel it's recording necessary should i develop narcolepsy.

yawwwwwwwning

I cannot stop reading poetry/ stories/ excerpts of Dubliners to the rythym of Frontier Ruckus' Springtime Terror. Leaving creative writing, my thoughts started to imitate the same pattern, so did a conversation with my friend Joshua Spires. And though it may have been in my head, so did my bike tires on the road..then the wind.

Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.. For the trumpet will sound and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall all be changed.

1Corinthians 15:51-53

Frontier Ruckus "Nerves of the Night Mind" live at Paste