whenever i start to clean or blog or do homework or write or read or watch a movie or paint or run or walk, i start. and then i stop, and it stops seeming worthwhile. i erase what i've got and plan to start over another day.
there's nothing depressing like watching your life fall into a pattern. and you watch it happen too. you hate gazing at it while it falls and sweeps and spins into that god-damned pattern.
I dunno. Sometimes patterns can be nice. It really just depends on what kind of pattern you have. For example, if you weave yourself a nice Navajo dream catcher, that's one thing. But if you get into say, a regular over-under weave, a run-of the-mill blanket sort of thing (or like one of those straw mats), that can become monotonous and overshadowing. You know what I mean? A little curve or turn every now and then is good, but sometimes all you need is something regular to look forward to.
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I dunno. Sometimes patterns can be nice. It really just depends on what kind of pattern you have. For example, if you weave yourself a nice Navajo dream catcher, that's one thing. But if you get into say, a regular over-under weave, a run-of the-mill blanket sort of thing (or like one of those straw mats), that can become monotonous and overshadowing. You know what I mean? A little curve or turn every now and then is good, but sometimes all you need is something regular to look forward to.
yeah. it'd be really cool to have a pancho.
..with a sombrero.
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