I want to be an expert an authority on too many things I want to slap my purchase on everything a cult of worthless amalgamation of knowledge smearing makeup across the Berlin Wall.
The past hour or two it's been typography, screenprinting on umbrella nylon, the greater neurobiologic extracellular environment, writing instruments, cribbage, tuning the GS455 Stage I, maximizing northbridge throughput, careers in GUI design analysis outside of engineering and usability labs, EJMT project history, and the Mozambique.
These pictures I make these stamps I sell these tokens I steal they guide me down a steel slide electrostatic motility in pacing wordforms lung transplants on cool crisp air uniform and unbroken hands unlike my own picking up shop towels with tiny hook fields of chapped callous callow meat glowing in Abernathy garden planting your relatives like so many creosote bushes along closed highway I'm Dwight Eisenhower and I don't know what to think.