the new world

The internet now comes to me from across the room, through the air, into this little gray card that's hanging over near my screens that keep the living room out. That's very exciting if you think about it. Did you know i live in a room in the air, where you climb a ladder or rope or some combination of the two just to get inside? my hands can prove that part about the rope. My mattress is on the floor, where it will stay, because it is more comfortable that way. And there is no room for standing as it is. I am becoming happy in kensington, because there are peacocks living nearby, and block parties, and a dog who howls sometimes to wake me up in the morning. I wake up in the morning, if you can imagine. I should be getting a second job sometime, and maybe i will. There are alot of people getting married this weekend, and i will see 6 of them. I woke up this morning to a viola at the foot of my ladder, a cup of coffee at the top of it. I cut my hair to appear more sexually viable to the opposite sex. I dont think it will work, or if i will care when it doesnt. I have been indifferent to it since i started feeling things again. anyway. Love is an adventure. I have a painting to do today, or at least to begin, so i can prove it when people ask me what i do and i say 'during the week, im an artist.' im certainly doing something.