
The days are getting brisk and I forgot what I meant to say
Hello, another week has gone by and everyone’s still screaming on the socials. I just dropped my peanut butter sandwich onto my notes.
Let me begin by continuing.
Let me aspire to bathe today. Let me focus on keeping my boulder rolling up and over and beyond my hill of indigestion. Let us all stay hopeful that these, our exhausting, mincing steps of progress, are better than flop sweat and sorry despair.
I will try to fill this blog tub with peanut butter toast and grape shampoo. I hope you’ll join me as I endeavor to keep up my blood sugar and untangle life’s plagueful mess.
Paper collage made from junk mail and grocery circulars
Header photo of workstation scraps by C.B. Auder
You’ve got me interested! ☺
Thanks so much–I’m excited by your work as well! :D
Nice!
So was that a [collage] [made from] [junk mail by C.B. Auder] or a [collage made from junk mail] [by C.B. Auder] ? 😜
💫🌿✨🦎☀️💖☮️⚛️♾️🦀🐉🙏🏻😌🙋♂️
That is a crazy surreal collage, Aud! I love how certain words blare out at you and then you have these tiny unassuming ones that are somehow asides but perhaps more important, like “hot honey” and of course, the self-explanatory “bombs.”
Great work, I’ll be coming back to check out more! 🙂
Thanks so much, Sunra! I do love working on little touches. 🤓 For me, the day “NO” is very appealing but I think my favorite is Lord Hobo Coconut Milkshake. Which sounds disgusting yet is (apparently) a real product!
Something to be said of peanut butter.
A persistent foodstuff! Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Seems that you have already made me interested with your art works and your writing/words/… You are amazing blogger. I am here. Love, nia