Monica Multer

Let the paint drip Let it dry Ignore it Walk on it Refuse its existence Deny it the life It was owed Yes It is just that easy One day you will find yourself And stop You stand on hollowed ground Where just a single Red drops stands Old and worn It still remains Hidden but present In a cement jungle Of cross-hatched lies You will stand there And look at that single drop And wonder How could I have let this pass How could I have let These things go so unnoticed Reflected at you In a single drop Are your mistakes ...

This has got to be one of my all time favorite barn pictures, the slanted barn. Well truthfully it is more like a shed out in the middle of nowhere. Still, it was really cool and totally slanted.

Here we are, yet again without a purpose for writing this. I am feeling rather morbid and ill contented so bear with me. I just had kind of a crappy day. Why? I am not really sure. I hate it when you feel like you had a good day but in the end you look back and say, What the Hell, that sucked. That is where I am right now. Individual divided up, my day was alright. I had some fun with Nooshers in Math, and fun but time consuming day in Art. But here I am now thinking to myself, ...

Just a random photo along my travels. Mine is in the middle, yeah for McDonald’s hot chocolate. I survived off of that for a week.

Muahaha, we are the evil traveling buddies disobeying rules across the country! I just thought it would be funny to get this picture, worked out pretty well. Dogs gotta do, what a dogs gotta do.

Hmmm… I am not really sure what to say. So lets talk, just you and me. Converse, speak, chat, communicate, discuss, gossip, prattle, sing, yell, scream, twitter, or maybe just blog. A lot of people talk, they can talk for minutes, hours, or days straight. We can all do it, some of us do it without even noticing it, but the problem is that People talk, and talk, and talk but never say a word. ...

While Downtown the other day with a friend I saw a postcard of two prarie dogs kissing. I then picked it up, showed it to my friend and said: I have seen them do that. She didn’t believe me, here is my proof of prairie dogs kissing. The second picture just cracks me up because I caught it sticking his tongue out. Very funny.

Sorry about the crappy picture I had to use my old camera. This is me after being locked away working on my IB art project for four and a half hours straight. Still, not that much progress. I like where it is heading though. However I am still unsure about a lot of things. I am trying to make a cigarette out of matches, but I am having a lot of problems. I am not sure how to color it accordingly to make it look like a cigarette. I really don’t want to have to paint over it because then you couldn’t tell if they were matches but I don’t know what else to do.

Here is a very generic poem of mine, I dislike it but I have nothing else to put up currently. This is why I think classes don’t make writers, they create canned poetry. Here is some good evidence of the fact. The leaves are falling Gone in a blur But who will remember The fallen leaves Each color unique As they drift away Forever forgotten Gone in the breeze The trees protectors Forgotten, when they fall Never to be remembered For who they really are When they have fallen They freeze in the snow Forsaken and discarded Like an old broken toy The trees stand bare Believing they can stand Forgetting the leaves And their role in its life Winter pushes forward The tree cannot stand But the leaves all fallen Can never be returned As the snow melts The tree must see Its horrible mistake The fallen leaves lay dead Buried by snow Now the tree stands bitter and alone So it grows more leaves To replace those loyal to it So easily forgetting its treason But as years pass by And seasons replay Over and over The tree repeats its mistake Never learning its lesson Cursed forever to relive its life The leave’s revenge For they never fall alone Because inside they know Each fall that passes Has its winter in turn

It is fun to be a kid sometimes. This is me playing in a park near Bend Oregon.