chu-day

japanese addict readers, you should know exactly what i mean by chu: kisses. but... i'm not talking about the sweet, hot ones you get from your love, or the family mouthies, or those tongue baths your animals give you. i'm talking about the meta-physical kind of kisses. sort of the smacks of life.

what on earth am i writing about? i feel like i've been given the kisses of death with regards to sleep. i sleep 2/3 hours, and then i wake up, and then it takes an hour to fall back asleep. and the start of each non-sleep cycle is an hour of hyper brain activity, where it seems every idea that i've ever had is open on the desktop of my brain, and all the links and other folders are open too. and *then* the cat nap takes place, and it's the concentrated form of nightmares/dreams where your mind runs a marathon and you wake up exhausted.
i am not having fun this week.
it's like my brain has been hijacked for a meta-sensory experiment testing the limits of consciousness within orgasmic neuron creative activity.
merde.

so, what am i doing this week? building a techno- dollhouse within a stripped computer tower, dealing with the iceberg theory of consciousness. kill me now... tomorrow till sunday will be searching for scrap and materials within my walking limitations. merde on 2 sticks. i'm also trying to finish a series of pictures posturizing and erasing on corel painter 9 & 10, 7 books about blogging and sense & perception, plus working out the mechanics of stereoscopic tools and 3D film imagery. talk much? yip. i'm a strange art student in my department. i visualize everything in words in my brain, and the art that they expound is the graphic drawn example on paper. merde merde merde.

i think i want to crawl into my heart cavity and reside 24 hours within that warm sticky place.
but that's totally cryptic and depressing.
i think i'll stick to stripping into something comfortable and crawling into bed with my teddys, a good couple of books, facebook and a cup of rooibos.

blah bleh moan. that kind of update today.

chow