India Ink

I knew some kind of breakdown was coming, once I got here and started to settle and had no more job, no more pretenses to keep  up.  I really wanted to hold it together until I got out of my grandma’s.  I didn’t want this to happen here.  But it seems to be happening, or beginning, so let ‘er rip, I guess.  The nightmares are definitely ripping.

Made some collage art last night — not notebooks to sell but a piece just for me, and that did help.  Still, one can’t go too crazy with the india ink on one’s grandmother’s white carpets.  Which leaves just crazy, sans india ink.



~ by Arrrow Marie on April 27, 2009.

One Response to “India Ink”

  1. 🙂 well written!

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