i sit here and wonder. how the hell did i get here? there is chatter in my ear. sometimes i cant quite figure out what they are saying. only bits and pieces. "you are a piece of shit!" oh yes, i can decipher that one. i had to go to dictionary.com to figure out how to spell decipher.
My visit to Baltimore's American Visionary Art Museum, the US's official national art gallery focusing on so-called "self-taught" folk and "outsider" artists -- including diagnosed people like us. A dazzling feast of aesthetic exuberance -- with a weird elitist spin.
a man named todd in the desert growing celery on a day with electric light
and I am a passer-through seeking some kind of truth behind the strip-mall facade of america and he is channeling it through the minerals in his plants and we are talking under a disproportionate amount of sunlight for november and he has known me for about 10 minutes and I can feel myself radiating some kind of energy out through my skin...