I dreamed that I was driving around Providence and listening to a live version of Tom Waits “Misery is the River of the World” that he played with a quadruple-sized band, and sang in a grunting falsetto.
I woke up under the lights in my new studio at 8am this morning. We drank tequila and beer and whiskey until possibly one or two, and then we couldn’t figure out what to do with our drunk selves because we’re in Johnson, Vermont. We had a micro dance party, we ate food, we rang the gongs, but we never took off, just revved engines. The night before we had a dance party in the drawing room that went similarly. I left with Loren to go into the abandoned electrical building by the covered bridge, and the abandoned hospital across from the school. We got there and sat in the dark in the dirt and the twisted scraps, and there we were, sneaking into garbage to sit on garbage, manufacturing a Friday night.

I may have mentioned last time that I finished Cocomo Tales, or at least a working draft of it that I think is good enough to print out and read to everyone, and possibly good enough after one more round of revision to send out after that.

I’ve taken the last two days off from doing writing work and have mainly been painting and drawing. I listen to the Kites record. I started reading other people’s tarot cards. I sent Susy a letter. Leah and I stayed up until 5am doing work, and I freaked out and decided to try to cover the floor of Wolf Kahn in paper diamonds. Open studios happened and David’s art turned out to be awesome. Ricky left a note on my desk that reads “What’s a life when you look at it - what’s a hat if it doesn’t fit? - Robert Creely”. James and I had the fucking ridiculous/hilarious Cynthia incident and our brains exploded. We all went swimming in the hole yesterday. I laughed about the Dugdo thing for a while. I think I mentioned it already but I went to Rosemarie Fiore’s lecture and her shit was the bomb; note especially the Looney Tunes jams and the floor waxer painting. I worked on my website a lot yesterday and am going to relaunch it with an indexhibit back-end probably this week so I can stop worrying about managing files and just post them.

I’m going to drink coffee and have brunch and then paint until my friends wake up. Then we’re going to the diner together. The weather is horrible. Life is exploding with immaculate potential. It is making my teeth taste like tequila. Everyone here, just like at camp, is trying to get me to move to New York.

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