Hibernating...
like waiting....
for someone...

or something...

like footprints in the snow
an unfinished piece of art
like movements without progress
walking over my cold damned heart...

I am unable to be gone...

: Angel ene

....and even a tiny one more...

& a little more...

& some more....

...and ofcourse I found some more to fix...

Project Smokingroom
At my work
in the Happy House department
there's a smoking room
and I had the honour some time ago
of fixing it.
&
I dont like the mentality
of throwing out stuff
if it still works!
&
It always cribles in my fingers
if I see something thats broken but fixable.
&
In the these days of the century,
people often discarge stuff
just to get a new or a better looking one.
&
I think this goes even beyond the material world
into our own personal ways of living,
like if a relationship for a second does'nt work,
we just back out and find a new one,
instead of trying to fix what's once where beautiful!
Just some thoughts...

Well...
This smoking room is normally the residence of rather unstable smokers,
so there where a lot of smoking holes on the wood tables
and in the fabric texstil on the chairs...
But I still think the texstil was strong and ok to use and it was also non flamable, so I got the idea of sewing a flower on every hole with knitting wool, also that way it's posible to fix newcoming holes right away....
I added some prints inside of the chairs to hide some stain marks and also to brighten up the whole look...
On the tables I used the same prints, some tekstil in similar colours
and some dry art leaves....
It's all glued on with PVA and afterwards I used a nontoxic varnish
I ordered a glassplate to add on the top of the table to avoid new smoking marks...
At last I made some nonflamable curtains in similar colours, and I made some

1.2.3 paintings that's not worth of showing :)
and the Lunatics had a new smoking room!

mmmm...
I made them all...

But...
I hav'nt ate them all...
Yet!!!

I miss you!

mmm...
I made them....

and...
mmmm...
I ate them...
ALL!

I always wondered....

commercials I can stand...

Damn...
I'm on Fake Book...
tzzzzzzzzzz...

Pondering thoughts
transfering like flickering rays
over my sleepless night
Purple old dust came out
from under my bed
I saw all my lost dreams
arriving from the far a ways

Angel ene

peace

Art: why do you do the crazy eyes in photos
Angel: what crazy eyes???
Angel: what u mean?
Angel: I dont do deli gözler
Art: yeah you do

I hate telephones and I barely never answering it...
But I do have some good days where I actually take the time to be polite,
like today:

XX: I'm coming home now, & I've eaten...
Me: Lø lø...
XX: I'm guessing you're laughing now :)
Me: Lø lø løø?

Inside my head I can be anything...

The
right
time
sometimes
come
any
time
&
one time
can
be
this time