so today i was cleaning out my garage and i had some adventures.
first of all, whoever invented gardening gloves is my freaking hero! i touched things with those that i wouldn't have touched with my bare hands. that sounded kind of dirty, but get over it. anyways, i've had to touch quite a few things in the past few days that i wouldn't touch with a ten foot stick usually. 

so i stumbled upon this big disgusting, moldy canvas picture of something, half out of it's frame & it hurts to breathe it smells so bad. and it kind of made me sad. something so beautiful just left to rot in my damp, dark garage all by itself. as marla singer would say, like a rape victim left on the side of the road. or something like that. fight club's my new obbssession, btw. anyways, it looked so lonely and lovely and large with it's horrible retired beauty i almost cried looking at it. 

it's like looking at my christmas tree at night after everyone's gone to sleep, with it's pretty lights on.
so lovely and tall and lonely with no one to appreciate it.
except this is kind of different. maybe someone (my father?) had enjoyed it once, but now it's in my dumpster rotting away. yay. i think at one time it might have been a picture of trees at one time, but now it kind of resembles those old banana peel things that get stuck to your foot when you stand on top of your compost pile.

so anyways, i disposed of it. i feel a little guilty throwing it out, but you know. in life there's death, or whatever.

quoteness.

“Sometimes skulls are thick.
Sometimes hearts are vacant.
Sometimes words don't work.”

"The children the world almost breaks become the adults who save it."