Got dressed up for the grocery store and now I’m nearly naked, staring at a lowpass gate and cutting a tomato for the rest of the night.
Home alone and listening to a self generating synth patch in the other room that I’ve left unattended for nearly an hour. Finished spackling the walls and sequenced a couple percussion patterns made from an iPhone Voice Memos recording of running water.
seems like everything i’ve learned has had to undo bad instincts
Don’t ever anyone
No, don’t use that. It’s my going-out oven mitt
but back onto my thought from months ago: Janet Jackson, Son of Arathorn, Heir of Isildur
last night’s dream was about finding tiny cubes of gold that were wrapped in gold leaf, on the ground
identifying with brands is dumb but i will never forget how swiffer changed my life for the better