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This getting old shit
inexorably expands
into whatever
fun is left first. Knees
Look at the word knees ten
minutes, you wonder
why we’re phucked? Knever
ktrust kanyone kook kenough
kto kignore kankles


One of four that will sit on one inch high table card holders creating a square surrounding a lightbulb on a two inch desktop lamp base opposite the one below, two red awoogahexes opposite each other between these two, a nightlight for my daughter, for giftmas we give each other something we made


Awoogahex above one side, an attempt at calm below the other, latest card in Deck of Hexjeffs, glued and bonding for the weekend in the sweet bookbinder’s handpress I have access to, I’ve no idea how many more than 52 there are now and not counting


Right I above
who eye need wanna
hafta always
been, left, below,
light darker than right,
blind, brighter sight


Wasn’t *not* painting
I just wasn’t painting. I
can’t not not paint yet

Two weeks old, I haven’t painted in two weeks. Clear Elmer’s Glue, gouache, salt, watercolor ink. Scanned first with a work overhead scanner then gently laid face down on a better scanner, it is totally me to 3D shit that don’t represent unless you hold it




The above now laminated to the back of the below and visa versa, my second best Jeff metaphor: my favorites of what I make start disintergrating as soon as the begin drying


Because new ideas I’m making facedown on flatbed wingless, shadowless


Right eye up left eye down















My right eye above
left below Not blind enough
yet to stop screaming




Last night the first time in seventeen days I typed in digital tablet. I write daily in analog tablet but what I write in analog tablet I never commit to any self-surveillance programs on any of my self-surveillance devices. As long as I burn all fifty years of analog tablets scattered in boxes in my bedroom and basement and work office and carrel five minutes before the bus I didn’t know will hit me hits me my secrets are safe



Driving to Michigan April Fools Day for a week with our daughter and son-in-law. Packed no paint, no canvases, I can’t paint on vacations, no time, no privacy, no urge, no point worrying what to bring, what not, to not paint
If I take no paint and canvases to Michigan and want to paint I can blame me for not taking paint and canvases to Michigan, deem this a failed experiment, pack them for Maine this July, end up pissed at me not painting when I packed paint and canvases for Maine this July

