And i am back not too long later, and i'm not caring about the sense i am making and the making of sense. i am going to ramble, and ruin because i do have more than just pictures full of primary, secondary and complimentry colours running down my mind. I have feelings which arnt words, feelings are not words, you can not describe feelings,,, these feelings the ones I have, I is you remember that we are all I and there is a mum and dad involved somewhere, maybe you know them maybe you don't. them we are sometimes them. god i love Dahl, if you havnt read his short stories for adults, then you simply don't understand the power of imagination and brilliance stirred together, printed and published by Penguin.

He gets me (you and i) everytime. He makes me want to draw with every single colour made under the sun, he makes me want to dig a big big big hole into the ground in hope of finding these wonderful characters, where do they hide? where are you? I am typing, i am reading, thinking and you?

The other day I went into Boarders to read stupid books written for people like me, you know those terribly ugly "the idiots guide to...." well i wanted to know precisely about the shape of Art History... and what better way to get the facts, since the facts are produced into a heaps of information; shit, bias opinions found via internet and self centered writers who must put their name on everything, in hope that one day, that type of intellect will be reflect on their name, for example (random) the bouchemla theory- if you havnt heard of it, it's about alot of smart stuff to do with humans and feeling lost, and because such a smart, intellectual came up with a different way of presenting the facts, it is now known as the bouchemla theory....

it's the same as todays artists right, recognition for style? When receiving my Wooster daily, i often find myself, thinking... 'mhmm that is very TAKI 183" or such...

anyways no body cares, i just want my j.d salinger book back, i was looking for that at boarders, but everything is over priced and being a student in the moment is sad. nothing is new. love h.

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