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SugarSkull

About Me
- Emily Story
- I'm in a perpetual phase of transition which doesn't seem to be phasing out.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
Playdough
The world is a place
A place of many places
Here I am
There you are.
Go
Going
Near
Far
Where ever it is
You Are
And the buzzing bee
is being
Being a bee
To be a bee
Would probably be
quite different
Than being
You or Me
A place of many places
Here I am
There you are.
Go
Going
Near
Far
Where ever it is
You Are
And the buzzing bee
is being
Being a bee
To be a bee
Would probably be
quite different
Than being
You or Me
Monday, October 19, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Fragments
A short play
Scene: A Bar. 2 people talking
X: Do you ever suddenly get overwhelmed with the feeling that you’re dead inside?
Y: What?
X: Ya know…just random moments throughout the day when you’re bored at work, or driving or taking a shit….do you ever just become acutely aware of a vast emptiness within yourself?
Y: No.
X: Sorry....I don’t have much to talk about. Nothing really happens in my life anymore.
Y: It's okay, nothing happens in mine either.
...silence....
Y: I got this new toothpaste the other day, the flavor is awesome, it’s changed my life.
X:: Oh yeah?
Y: That's an overstatement, but really, it’s good shit.
X: Well if you’re a person who follows the rules and brushes your teeth twice daily, it might be life-atlering to begin and end your day with a delightful taste in your mouth.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Ramona and the Movie Flicks.
But I could stare at a blue butterfly for hours.
This morning I woke up with a bad case of melancholy. I tried completely zeroing in my focus on the softness of my cat. That regal pussy. But it didn’t really work. To distract me. From whatever the feeling is that keeps me distracted from everything else. And I just think, think, think about this feeling, without being able to place it anywhere except where it’s located. Deep within my gut.
My best friend said that I make her nervous. Then I thought “you make me nervous too” defensively. Then I thought “we make ourselves nervous” I’m always nervous. I’m never nervous. Not anymore really. Just clouded by the shroud of contentment.
5:34 pm. I think I’ve accomplished something, I think I can go to bed now.
Sentimentalism
ate
my brain.
It hurts so good. That I’m sad. No happy. No sad. No happy. No sad. No happy. No sad. Know happy. Know sad. Stupid. Know stupid. No, stupid
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Plastic Whiskers
I snapped back into the present and realized Ramona's whisker was still in my fingers and that it wasn't plastic. I think since the purchase of that Hawaiian lucky money cat, I'd always thought all cat whiskers were made of plastic, without ever considering it or being conscious of this bizarre assumption. All the sudden I became aware that I'd always passively assumed cat whiskers were plastic. Assumptions turn into beliefs, beliefs turn into assumptions, and all of it just get stored in our brains as accepted interpretations of reality, never to really be questioned. I would've been fine going on believing forever that cat whiskers were plastic without ever really acknowledging or being conscious of this belief. They're whiskers regardless.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Birthday Card for my friend Todd
I love 5 cent pictures of strangers from the thrift store. I always wonder what they're lives are (or were) like, and how the pictures ended up at the Scrap Exchange in North Carolina.
Cat Piss Melodramas
Always laugh when you're taking yourself seriously.
When the cat pees on my artwork, I go through a time warp back into the existential angst of earlier days when I read Camus and Dostoevsky...that time of melancholic passion before I grew cynical, then jaded and then completely apathetic...Through the smell of feline piss on watercolors, I am reminded that everything is temporary and only matters if we feel that it matters, and even then it doesn't actually matter....So long urine soaked daffodils! Spring is over anyway.
When the cat pees on my artwork, I go through a time warp back into the existential angst of earlier days when I read Camus and Dostoevsky...that time of melancholic passion before I grew cynical, then jaded and then completely apathetic...Through the smell of feline piss on watercolors, I am reminded that everything is temporary and only matters if we feel that it matters, and even then it doesn't actually matter....So long urine soaked daffodils! Spring is over anyway.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Slang.
I am so behind the times. I like to pretend it's the 90's and Bill Clinton is still getting outside mouthgina while running the country super well.
So the other day I spent an hour or two or a whole day reading up on pop culture semantics in order to better acquaint myself with "reality".
I've grown fond of the expression "I can't even" ever since.
So the other day I spent an hour or two or a whole day reading up on pop culture semantics in order to better acquaint myself with "reality".
I've grown fond of the expression "I can't even" ever since.
- Can't even : Can't deal or can't handle it/you."I can't even right now."
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Horses
I bought some horse pictures at the thrift store and turned one into a poster for my friend Kat's band, and the other into a joke for my manager at the grocery store....His mom is black and his dad is white, which I guess is fairly unique because he said he feels like a unicorn.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
2 days off
I rarely have consecutive days off. This weekend I did though, and I was bummin' it so hard around my house that by the evening on Sunday I decided it was time to put on a dress and some make up....to go buy cheap wine at the grocery store and come back home and drink it alone....with my cat beside me and Broad City reruns playing on Hulu.
fuck yes. The crazy cat lady life is good shit.
I got dressed today. It's all about the small victories in life.
fuck yes. The crazy cat lady life is good shit.
I got dressed today. It's all about the small victories in life.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Backyard pics
I was doing my version of yoga in the backyard...which mostly just consists of laying on a mat and staring blankly upward.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Making the Peace
Drew this for my frat boy neighbors. I called the cops on them a couple times a while back, and it made me feel like an old maid/ bitch/ crazy person, so I'm hoping to make a mends. I don't know though, this drawing might make things worse...
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
More art
Friday, February 13, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
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