MY WORK IS BEING FEATURED THERE, ALONG WITH OTHER UNPOSTED WATER COLOR PENCIL DRAWING PAINTING THINGS AND SOME UNPOSTED STENCILS AND AN AWESOME TRANSFER STENCIL GRAFFITI COLLAGE THING.

soo YES!

GOOOO TO ART CRAWL! I WILL BE THERE FOREVER AT GALTIER PLAZA!

ART CRAWL, muthafucka.

seriously.

ArtMOFOCrawl.

that's all, besides you should be attending and buying lots and lots.

ST. PAUL ART CRAWL, WHENEVER IT IS, I WILL BE THERE AND SELLING PRINTS AND STENCILS AND DRAWINGS AND SHIT AND OH GOODNESS, YOU NEED TO BE THERE. I'M THERE ALL WEEKEND ALL DAY. THE ENTIRE THING. BRING MONEY. BUY LOTS.

HEY.

check out the new deviations, and then visit [link] . just a thought.

about tia:
the feeling that time is being wasted is crushing. if you died in five minutes would you be content with what you accomplished? not meaningless bullshit like academic GPA or whether you got a promotion or not or how much money you have in the bank. like...have you smelled october enough to be complete? the smell of stale rain on concrete and night-time fog and orange and yellow leaves crunching under your feet and bike tires and the scent of wood burning. have you seen the sun go up and come down enough times in your life for it to be cemented in your being so strongly that nothing could move it? have you actually just sat and watched absolutely nothing else but the sun go up or come down? the capacity for meaningfulness and it's tending to be wasted is driving me insane. usually I don't talk that much in social situations and when I do ninety percent of it is just small talk that I don't mean just to keep things from getting awkward. just thinking about everything. you see all the innocence and beauty and amazement in an infant and at the same time you're burdened with the fact that it will evolve to be just as disgusting and foul and dirty as everyone else is. but there's that glimmer of hope, just that tiny spec of possibility that that child will grow up to be wise and grateful and accepting and they will influence so many so positively that simply by existing they've bettered the lives of others and have given inspiration. all I can think about is if what I'm doing really has any meaning in the long run. is school really to ready us for "adulthood" or is getting a job just as meaningless? I want to experience everything. I want to spend the rest of my life doing things that I know will inspire and that I know make a difference, and every moment I exist I can't help but be crushed by the thought that I'm wasting my capacity for living.

YEAHHH

I have to put away groceries, BUT AT LEAST THERE ARE GROCERIES TO PUT AWAY! YAY!

oh jubeehzubess.

I have the Soviettes stuck in my head, and THERE IS NO CRITICISM FOR MY NEW WRITING. And it's not like a myspace, "COMMENT MY PICTURES, BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH..."

It's my work, and I would like very much to see what's good and what I can improve on and things that work and don't. Unlike my photography, my writing is something that I'm not sure of.

SO, YOU WRITERS SHOULD GIVE YOUR COMMENTS TO ME SO I CAN IMPROVE UPON THEM.