ShagmoorLounge

August 14, 2005

I've been getting nonstop calls from my best friend in the world, Douglas the dick. He keeps calling my cell phone and he's emailed me several times. I'm wondering why he hasn't stopped by. I'm guessing it's because my chick, excuse me, my wife never wrote my studio adress down anywhere that he could find it. I know for goddam sure she never gave him my cell phone number or email. What a fucker. Maybe Dougie's been reading the blog? Hello, Dougie Boy. Is that you? How the fuck are ya, man? I doubt it. I doubt he could even find it.

I had to drive all the way up to West Hollywood today to help miss Eliza Dolittle unload her boss's garage and warehouse. She had a ton of shit in there. Sleeves took off with a computer and a server. I was able to get a ton of colors and frames and I think I got the right kind of projector for the silk screen thing.

On the way back, Eliza started this whole thing about her crazy theories of truth and lies. For instance, she claims that if someone really believes something is true, then they aren't lying. They're just being picked on by everyone else who doesn't believe the same as they do. Like it's a religious thing. I had to turn her off after a while because I think she was just really talking about her thing with Sleeves and I really don't want any part of it. They just need to fuck and get it over with. Everything will be fine after they get it on.

I'm a busy motherfucker these days. I've got shit I have to get done. This is how I like it. I like when I'm so busy I couldn't give a shit what's going on anywhere else. I want this job done so I can get paid and get my monster up and roaring again. I need to finish the silks. The images are slipping from my mind and I dont like that. I want them fresh and raw and stinky.

The Shadow knows 10:44 PM
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