dear dave,
It's been 3 weeks since my last confession. Finished my pink ponk pink print this week, and moved onto something crazier. Angry scribbles, at least that is how 2 people see them. I think I just want to break free, and be super expressive. So fucking nice not to have to draw something real. So sick of struggling over that.
Can't belive its June already. School is out, and its time for long lazy days at the pool. Biking down the path, the heat pulsating out of the tall grass. The bugs buzzing. Laying on the hot deck. Hot lifeguards. Rootbeer cans wrapped in tinfoil. Peanut butter and suger sandwiches. catepiller (torture). Air conditioning and soap operas. White Flint. The Harpers hot bouncy seats. Paddle ball. Quarter diving in the deep end. Boner bathing suits. Ernie Manual. Playgirl. Crown books. The look of men. Waldenbooks. Kick the can. Davis Library.
Good, Great, Fabulous, Tremendous!
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