Meteorites crash.
Our earth has come to an end.
Mayan calendar.

Election season.
Millions of bucks have been spent.
Time to hibernate.

One week from today.
Seven days, a tiki-fest!
Minutes counting down.

A day to myself.
Haircuts and videogames.
Living the High Life.

Another hour.
In the art museum, drawing.
Graduate Art class.

A Joe Strummer quote.
"The future is unwritten. "
Tattooed on my chest.

The constant buzzing.
Reclined seat, silent black night.
Camping in my car.

A blowup mattress.
A late night of bar-hopping.
Dishes being done?

A whole day wasted.
Recuperating liver.
Beds and bathrooms, man.

Staying in Brooklyn.
Munching on some leftovers.
Hitting tiki bars.

Monday afternoon.
Lazy couch, lying around.
Resting, relaxing.

A half day in school.
Skateboarding in India.
Video culture.

High waisted brown pants.
Ready to do work outside.
Eating breakfast first.

Groggily waking.
Just discovered this new app.
Must get out of bed.

A monkey posted.
Thousands of views upon it.
Discussions in thread.

Duct tape; twenty squares.
Arranging and taping them.
A flower bouqet.

Boxes with paper.
Glue sticks ready and waiting.
Students down the hall.

Birth of persona.
Learning and configuring.
Handsome Jon Hansen.