It wants to write now the blog thing. It don’t understand what it is to be . Is it links of world and art with the mind of the subject .. It blabbers to maria and those in the pub after clockwork orange on the Thursday that is passed and past. It draws and knees and shoes.There is not time enough for all the tasks to complete themselves and frustration builds because it cannot determine the more importance of either or which is to do.

Changes of mind so to do the task it asked other people to do it writing in a notebook and ponders on the incoherence of imagery and noise and actions.


There were paintings and it wanted to draw with a red felt ended pen further detail in similar motions