i don't think there is ever ever a destination just a vague notion most times or so i think anyway and by no means have i reached any destinations infact i am bothered by how 'homogeneous' i have become in the last couple of years my paints forgotten and thoughts not quite there the solemn and sublime stretch my soul out for batik kneads rolls beats rolls kneads rolls beats rolls will they ever give up trying to stretch my soul to eternity dabbing it in colors unseen decking it like a bride walking down the aisle slitting it to reveal the redness.

blah.