Couch Potato

I started working around some songs for OF. They're simple but a lot more pop-like than the others. I'm looking to buy something that can hold more sounds too, before our string of red barn shows, aka two red barn shows. It'll be fun to play a show again. I think.
I'm working on a cubism painting. It's not easy, it's frustrating really.
Also, I'm throwing around ideas for some short stories (for school). The main idea so far is a story about a guy who only dreams of pink flamingos. Not sure what thats about.
I bought a Bukowski book of poetry over the summer, and have just now started going through it, here's one:

hello, how are you?

this fear of being what they are:
dead.

at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.

their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.

a dog standing behind a fence.

a man silent at the window.

Also.

A few weeks ago i started watching Inland Empire, a movie by Stephen Lynch. It was about 9 or so at night, and i was alone in my room. Simply put, i had to turn it off, it was so strange. I am coming back to it though, in small bits at a time simply out of fear. It is great. I have netflix, which is great cause i can watch inland empire and Eraserhead is on the way. Cool.