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blue eyes on black
salvador dali on cardboard
ventricle word bubbles
this is a self portrait of me commuting home to Austin from Dallas twice a week, circa 10 pm-1:30 am on mondays and wednesdays.  Such has been my plight this summer.  Late night driving, trying to stay awake with truck stop coffee and the windows rolled down.  Feels like hell on I-35.  Just trying to get to that whataburger so I can space out and feign human contact.  The people are friendly there.
Johnny Cash and 7 kleenex boxes (2004)
to the valley below
optimism and paranoia
someone from afar