Love Drippings

I really should be asleep. I forgo the after-party for sending comical/creepy messages to internet acquaintances and looking for videos to mash up into video art. This is about to get way too personal (hi mom… if you’re reading this can you skip this part please or just never acknowledge it to me in any way? k, thanks), god.. I lost it. Gone. Nothing personal oh.. wait.. there it is, it’s back. I’m such a fucking sap. Seriously, either that or I’m finally growing a conscience and morals. Drinking with strangers that have known me for years just no longer appeals to me. I want love; in my life, in my relationships with friends and lovers, and in my work. I know the only way that I’ll get this is by working hard at it (it’s proven effective) and I’m game. If I were going to drink or drug away my feelings, I would’ve been in a better place for it already, with more sex and heroin around. I’m here, at my desk (almost wrote seks), on my laptop. This is my connection to the world and to everything I desire right now. So soak in these warm drippings of love juice coming off of my fingertips through the keyboard, traveling via bluetooth and cyberspace to end up on the screen you see before you. Know that if you’re reading this, they’re for you.