The teacher cut the glowing cord, smiled and said, "You can be anyone or anything you want... except yourself."

So I floated around for awhile, touching and absorbing into spaces around me. Becoming different things, even nothing for a bit.

I was watching a cheesy sci-fi flick a few days ago and a piece worn by one of the characters struck me. There was something about the excessive bulk of the thing that made it stand out. It's lack of aesthetic perfection. If I can ever get caught up with some less expensive stuff I have displayed here and there to pay the bills, I might like to explore this idea. Maybe something like the above sketches?

Am I getting a tiny bit of excitement in regard to work stuff??? Nah, no way.

The ancient tree looked down obstinately at the fresh young vine as it was beginning to make its way up the tree's weathered bark.

 "Why should I let you live?" asked the old tree.

"I am the eye of nature that defines both your beauty and your decay," replied the vine.

Ingrid had a Warholian knack for feeding off the deviance of others. She spent her leisure days surrounded by freaks and performers vying for her slight amusement. Paul fooled and honored himself her favorite, an assertion she saw no reason to correct or confirm.

...

Ingrid, reclining in a mass of pillows on the couch, leaned forward to reach the tv remote revealing the better part of her upper torso. She pressed the volume control until two thirds of the bars disappeared, "You should stop caring so much about what others think. You make it too easy on them."

'Truth is certainly an acquired taste,' Micheal replied.

For a moment he lived as a dragonfly. The fear was gone, the apprehension. As he sat motionless, holding the stalk of grass, waiting no longer intensified his agitation. Delay became contemplation. Where his feet gripped the rough stalk, the sensation was pleasant. His body felt as if belonged within the whole.