lookin' for love.

ha.
i hate when it's slow at work,
but i sort of love it, a little tiny bit, too.
i'm just sayin',
it's  sandwich week,
so my time at home in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
is spanned in the presence of a LOT of bread.
which is to say, there isn't much left over for making art these days.
so,
when it's not as busy as my wallet would prefer it to be at the studio,
me and my cheap-art coarse art supplies can sit down and get together
for a little tete-a-tete about weirdie heads and space suits.
that's no joke.
and with february in full swing by now,
we're approaching valentine time.
to sort of work myself up for that action,
i'm choosing wintry color palettes,
and adding just a bit of that lovey-dovey doo-doo butter,
in increasing increments,
so that i don't fall full-force into sappy b!tch-slappin' sap-sucking weak sauce.
hahahahaha.
i don't even know what that means.
but i do know that i made some small arts on a piece of paper.
check the teleport:

heart-eyes!
because that's how i look when i see sandwiches, neighbors.
for serious.
bat-faced skeleton jumper jauns?
yep.
i don't want to wait around for something to show up,
and i won't just do nothing...
and this little guy?
this is what comes out when i pick up a brush.
yikes.
and yes, before you start-
he'll be cut out and glued up on some other other stuff.
so nevermind about that blue blop on the side.
i just thought you'd like to know that it's all still really happening,
and i'm not getting lazy when there's opportunities to do so.
F* that, kids.
i've got too much to do,
and not enough time on my hands.
paint, brushes, bruises, and headaches-
that's what my non-sandwich situation looks like these days.
my chapped lips and dry hands can't keep up with the heat-sappin'
subzero sh!t-salad leaking into my life and limbs.
i think i need more food to fuel my furnaces.
shivering is no way to enjoy yourself, after all.
***********
more food?
yeah.
that's it.
like,
breakfast?
sure.
teleport:

ugh.
i'm only gonna give 'em a C+/B-.
awwwwww, man.
premade sausages, vegan roast, salsa, and radicchio.
english-type muffz toasted up enough to melt a splattering of daiya(rrhea) chee'.
food.
sandwiches.
good for me.
it's so cold, and they were so hot,
and that's really the best part of this day thus far.
a little spiced-up warm spot amid the overcast crap-shoot
of an arctic ghost circle echo of furious northern exposure.
too much is the right amount,
less than none is the opposite of that.
are you listening, ma nature?
put up some worthwhile degrees over here, baby.
enough of this deficit spending.
the temperature needs bolstering,
and foodstuffs stuffed between bread isn't going to be enough to do it.
this is it.
droppin' and plummetin' free-fallin' mercury.
today is the day,
and tonight will only be worse.
wow that's a hard style, and that's the truth;
never quiet, never soft.....