Don't you just hate raving computer freak straight types shouting in the cafe where you're supposed to be chanelling your brains in in a peaceful stress-relieving manner?
Fuck, i should've stayed at home and painted. I have a surreal painting to make. Crap, they don't own the cafe so why the hell can't they shut their bigot mouths up and mind everyone else using the damned place!
I should calm down. Sir Karl liked my painting, he said he hopes to see more of my work. I hope I won't be getting the first-time bug. After listening to Ariel's not-so-brief explanation of his work, I felt I wasn't that much of an artist. Pat and I realized how detached we were from our work. But after talking to Pat for like 3 hours or so over coffee and night air, I went home feeling ok about my work. I'm ok. At least Pat and I got to that point of a reality check. I think we're not so bad. I hope I could transcend though, keep on transcending level after level. This cafe is full of bigots. I"ll do a five minute poem muna then I'll have to get off. Super Perfundo!
