Blue Jeans

Oh, and I tire! This writing and thought makes a mess of a man.

Take refuge in blue jeans and ice cream… Sturdy, starchy Japanese denim—but an ocean on my legs. Sips and nibbles of melting ice cream, earl grey and lavender.

Hide from a world cold and watching. Now, back to my attire…

I began writing to share with the world a piece of my heart. But—also, to distract myself from another project…

My clothing designs!—where did I leave you, but a week ago?

And, I eat of the world, and digest, and—yes—shit. You readers, foolish pigs, wallow in it. Each of my thoughts, muddy and pristine, like a newspaper from my mind.

Fit equally for toilet paper—and inspiration.

So, I leave you here, dear reader. Maybe, another day, we meet again…

This artist finishes what he starts. No, I have not forgotten…

And, I have more, after the attire—and the thought makes me numb! Too much to do, too little time.

And—all I wanted was to play Elden Ring. But, my parents raised me well, who said not to “play until work is done.”

What a lifetime of work before me! Oh, humbling—and to climb a mountain, one realizes, brings him to the base of another!

Thus, it is project after project—and I would have quit writing a long time ago. But, for a friend who encouraged me to continue.

Alright!—I have dropped a bomb, and let there be silence. I must move on and forwards…

Earn my video-game, some time in 2027, or later. Time is ticking!