It was only Dark a few hours before the sea air began to chill. Before melancholy could creep in, he took off his shoes. His feet sank into the sand to see what the sunset had left behind. The warmth wrapped around him and with a velvety voice it whispered “I’ll be back soon.”
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The rolling of the dock was a little like a lullaby. With his eyes trained on the horizon, the boy strained his vision and light bending through the moisture of the sea air let him see beyond. So it continued horizon after horizon until, through a haze, he happened upon a boy rolling on a dock. He waved his hand, and in a blur watched a moment catch up with itself.
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”
Vladi…calm down Baby! Now let’s talk about that young lady you were dating.
It’s almost always easier to be an asshole. For the longest time it’s been funny to like things that are terrible, out of place or broken. Everyday brings a new level of harsh dickishness that makes (some of) us champion the ugly and shitty. I can say without a trace of irony that I love Bob Ross because he undoes that for me a little bit. He makes me try to be a better person.
Season 15, Episode 10
In this episode Bob started with a canvas covered with black gesso, some alizarin crimson and phthalo blue liquid color. Long story short he made a glowing lavender and pink background and painted some trees and stuff. He talked a little about the squirrel that lived with him at the time. He also found the need to clean his two inch brush and chuckle about the mess he made. Then he updated the viewers on the bluejay he saved who went on to buy a condo in Miami, and drive a BMW.
List of adjectives:
Misty, Far-away, happy, subdued, quiet, tranquil, soft
List of Suggestions:
just tap, make up happy little stories, let your imagination go,
That’s probably the highlight of painting; just cleaning that brush.
This is where all the little squirrels and the bunny rabbits play. They have a good time…good time.
I always have a good time with Bob.
A friend of mine had a new roommate who was in the Japanese antique game. Somebody asked how he fell into that line of work. After some quiet deliberation and a couple strokes of his scraggly meth beard he replied ‘serendipity’. ‘Everything happens for a reason. ‘This could be a sign.’ I just wish Javier Bardem would swoop down and with that paradoxically hateful and indifferent voice say You have no Idea what you’re talking about.
Or at least that’s what I thought until I saw the following. Stick with me. There were two women driving in opposite directions and as they passed you could see that the two, in a stroke of pack culture atavism, chose one kind of fabric for two very different purposes. One chose it for her seat covers, the other for her blouse. Smashing. In passing there was a moment where they were one, a chimera of bad taste just aching to fuck up my walk to Stater Brothers. Not only were these ladies gorgeous, but they made me think. They made me think.
Sometimes a man sends a text to his buddy. Sometimes He does it in a narcoleptic stupor. Often a man is reminded that texts cost money, and maybe he should curb the nonsense and respect the financial constraints a self supporting college student faces.
Texes to Tyler:
The sound of bare feet on cobblestone bled into the echos of the children saying ‘chicle chicle’.
’Vamanos’ he said and if you must pack anything,
leave room enough for our dreams.’