fulfilling
soon:
2 rolls. [ektar and kodak’s new line of profoto xl, might be alright. seems like a budget slide film]
Dune stuff.
lillstreet stuff.
For some time past Mary’s grave blue eyes had been fixed upon
him. “What have you been writing lately?” she asked. It would
be nice to have a little literary conversation.
“Oh, verse and prose,” said Denis—“just verse and prose.”
“Prose?” Mr. Scogan pounced alarmingly on the word. “You’ve been
writing prose?”
“Yes.”
“Not a novel?”
“Yes.”
“My poor Denis!” exclaimed Mr. Scogan. “What about?”
Denis felt rather uncomfortable. “Oh, about the usual things,
you know.”
“Of course,” Mr. Scogan groaned. “I’ll describe the plot for
you. Little Percy, the hero, was never good at games, but he was
always clever. He passes through the usual public school and the
usual university and comes to London, where he lives among the
artists. He is bowed down with melancholy thought; he carries
the whole weight of the universe upon his shoulders. He writes a
novel of dazzling brilliance; he dabbles delicately in Amour and
disappears, at the end of the book, into the luminous Future.”
Denis blushed scarlet. Mr. Scogan had described the plan of his
novel with an accuracy that was appalling. He made an effort to
laugh. “You’re entirely wrong,” he said. “My novel is not in
the least like that.” It was a heroic lie. Luckily, he
reflected, only two chapters were written. He would tear them up
that very evening when he unpacked.
-crome yellow. huxley.
first pull 1/1.
going to re-do line work on next edition. make the lower image a bit more clear.
anyone want to buy one?
.. … —- — —- .-. .—. …. .. -.-.
don’t go to the grocery store late in the evening on a rainy day.
you’ll find yourself swaying in the frozen food section having an argument with yourself over whether the extra 1.50 is worth it for the name brand choice, alongside a dozen other people that don’t eat at 6 pm with their family.
Who knows, maybe you’ll run into your friend’s mother when you least expect it. She’ll scare the shit out of you because you’re too tunnelvisioned on getting the fuck home before the ice cream melts.
you’ll get stuck behind the lady who finds that the best time to cut out coupons is not at home, but while in the alleged ‘faster’ 15 items or less checkout line. Then she will go ahead and realize she’s above the 15 items, and mashes one of those plastic separators in the middle of her mound of groceries. Lady, there is a special place in hell for people like you. By this time, you realize that you should just say goodbye to the ice cream.
You’ll casually tilt your head back and pretend to gaze at other things, and realize that the middle-aged lady behind you has a stack of tv-dinners, of the same exact thing. Oh, a life of monotony. I bet she’s the type of girl that you think to yourself “a safe bet.” Wait a second, what else is that she’s getting? It appears that our Sarah plain and tall is a bit of a wild card. She has a clear bottle where you can make out the “Rasp” on the label. You doubt for a second whether or not it’s some sort of raspberry alcohol, but then you see the two bottles of cranberry juice. Definitely booze.
Finally, the lady in front of you is done cutting out snowflakes from the stacks of newspaper and vanishes. Probably a demon summoned from hell, just for you. The cashier’s name tag reads “Sohbian.” You’re trying to pronounce it in your head and you find yourself staring at her chest. You look like the biggest piece of shit, mouth agape with empty black eyes, dangling your stupid car keys in front of your face because they have your preferred discount card on them. You bet she’s craving a real human interaction other than the routine conversation that she has to go through, line by line. You feel pretty confident that you could break that systematic interaction and say something witty. Look at you, preying on the weak. Maybe next time you’ll go through with some healthier food items so the next time she sees you she thinks, “Hey, look at this guy, he use to come in here all the time buying a pack of cigarettes and ice cream, but now he’s buying whole grain bread and fresh fruit! He’s really got his act together.”
I should probably just shut up with my delusional narratives.
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