I normally wouldn't do this because I like to pretend to be mysterious, but I feel compelled to share my day. It was a normal and simple day.
I have a sore throat. Laura and I did laundry in the morning. I am preparing a multiple of Fantastical Geographic STORMY WEATHER COLLAGE KITS for Christmas sales. So, there's been a lot of scissors and National Geographics. My most favorite thing ever is simultaneously reading articles as I destroy them, and then creating new stories from the words I've cut out. Here are some samples of collected words today.
struggles to conjure the pomp of a hundred
Mark Smith lit a cigarette as he leaned
rolling dough with a bourbon bottle for a fresh batch of sticky buns
At Jimmy'z, a glass of champagne costs $40
Most valley's are long and gentle
"yeah, I have to," he said
Chili Bob, who was named after a memorable pot of chili he once made for his friends, lives in a trailer
inside the tent the girl died beside her
this bridge for his soul
furs, amber, honey, wax, weapons,
and embossed with pigeon droppings
"same old trees," said Glenn
The articles that I was reading/destroying were about a bunch of people who live in the desert towns, Monaco: a special place where only rich people live, an American river-town full of booming industry and history, and an article about the Vikings and the places where they travelled. This way of making poems is so special to me, I can hardly even properly convey it to you. You should ask me about it. To put it simply: it's like an article contains a special and truer meaning, and it's my task to cut it out of the paper that it's on.
Laura and I went to the art supply store, the video store and we got take-out fish and chips and pop. I rented some old movies. I tend towards old movies, but last night while watching The Magnificent Ambersons I spent a lot of time looking at the sets and backgrounds. Wow!
Today in my findings I found a paragraph and picture of a fire that's been burning underground for 23 years in an abandoned coal mine. It was discovered by a 12 year old boy who fell down a hole. Everyone who lives in the area is worried that their house will burn down on any day, but they keep living there.