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There is madness to my work.i mean i work so much i get mad.like a hat maker in the eighteenth century. giggle.s.
no. not really. i could work more.
always.more.always.i wake up to work.i live to work.i have nothing else to do but work.
i guess i could shower.i could go to that party.i could go to rittenhouse square.climb a tree.and people watch.i could.i could.i could do lots of things actually. i'm capable of getting a desk job too. nine.to.fiver.health insurance.
i choose to work in the constantly shifting.unstable.realm of art.making.
i chose this life.this time 'round.'round.'round.

what i'm trying to type. ... there is a.reason.theory. purpose. of some sort.


yes. yes. yes.


purpose.and thought process to my method of living.working.decorating.glazing..
and i really want to write it down. just not now.




.cause.i have to make more of these.but.with handles.oh.ya.new element.more time in a dirty hot studio with a cotton hat on.


.bells.lid.straw cups.







.high.five.