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Squeaky Toy I cant tell time early in the morning and if I can, I probably wont be able to understand what it means when I recite: "seven-oh-four," like a prayer to the buzzing green digital on the microwave. I look for a very long time at the little glowing numbers that seem like they hop around on the inside of the clock, and try my hardest to figure out what they mean. I realize that in this contemplative state I have frozen and ceased breathing. I exhale as I look back over at the tv. My mom left it on the shopping channel, then left the remote on top of it before she took off for work so I cant change the channel. Bright shiney expensiv

Doing alot of thinking lately. thinking that after school me and my friend might go into commercial diving and get a boat and a shop and work on offshore wind turbines and go treasure hunting. i just finished removing about a page of deviations (almosy half of them or something,) just because they were nothing special and sort of a poor example of my art today. im lining up some new better and exciting work to put up there. i think my last deviation was in august? so yeah. had a revelation with my friend kev on a bridge somewhere in New England to get out there and push just a bit harder. i mean it tho. gonna be a scuba pirate.

the lab is up! and almost perfect. i spent most of the night spraying out emulsion cause like an idiot i emulsed and burned all 3 screens without making sure it worked. apparently the plexiglass, being held in place by nothing but the four walls of the light box, so it bows down. simple physics dictates that a flat object, represented in this case by our screens, on a concave or warped object, our glass, the result will typically be a shit of a screen with diffuse blurry images. the good news, my screen cleaner works. should get kinks out tomorrow...