better believe it IS working…
do you believe…?….in the 5th grade i combed my hair with buttered toast. it looked like Elvis’ hair but it drew a lot of bugs and flies…to me, that was the price of fame.
better believe it IS working…
do you believe…?….in the 5th grade i combed my hair with buttered toast. it looked like Elvis’ hair but it drew a lot of bugs and flies…to me, that was the price of fame.
ive been too busy fainting and hallucinating about mirages and vanilla milk shakes..
how about an Imossible Whopper ?,….for 6.99 it ought to shine your shoes too..
when i was a kid the ‘go-to’ after school summer snack was a mayonnaise sandwich on white bread, because white bread was the only kind of bread there was,….
i guess that tomorrow i will ride my bike down to the swimming hole.. when i was a kid , if you saw an adult riding a bike then you thought he must be on the lam from the cops or insane.
“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
is my job over.?
it is so damn hot…..i need to go to home depot…..really need to….what if i go and end up like this guy..?
maybe art is a dead end. i have painted enough , so many of you are sick of me , i am sure. well if you are, then why are you here reading this..?…..huh..?
i have been thinking on it and i think i could be a pool boy. i mean, you wear a bathing suit and you work in a pool, how hot can that get.? and the clothing is minimal , so the heat wont kill me, maybe.
i have a lot of new paintings but i’m not posting them now, as i know most of you are in your vacation homes or fishing or boating or doing what-not and you don’t have the time for art shopping…..i’m keeping busy sharpening knives and stuff..
mean while, i have hired on with Bill Cox’s outfit, fixing lawnmowers and what-not…
but don’t worry bout me (as Marty Robbins sang) , i’m like a cat , i always land on my feet….
ho ho
this is life….this is normal…so if you feel like this, don’t feel special..
this is Me in Memphis…in case you think you’ve got it bad where you live.
the only thing i could imagine thats worse would be to live in Florida..