I gotchr listings right 'ere, lady.

Cancer Constellation.
Thirteen of them! Phew!

The Virgin of Empty Eternities.
And if I thought the lighting was bad day before yesterday- well, you should see it now.

We are the Miracle.
We're in the middle of one of those 'end of days' storms you sometimes see in the midwest. The sky is night-dark yet somehow glowing pale teal/grey ....

Pain So Deep.
Last night it just thundered for so long I kept going, "Naw, that's fireworks. ... No, gotta be thunder. No way, totally fireworks." etc. Did I look up from my computer to check? Of course not silly!

Bride of Vast Spaces. (Check it- I fixed her.)
At one point I considered some kind of bombing as an explanation.

Leaping from the Pinnacle.
Any case, all these mofo's are finally up! Phew! Really, I just drove myself nuts working on a zillion different things at the same time. 1st time I really felt my batch was out of hand. That was new.

The Inward Journey.
But I juiced today, got some new goodies in the mail (to stress myself out more! yay!).

After Many Dark Nights. (Sorry Sparrow!)
And time marches on. To think it's almost 10 years now since I moved to Chicago and got on meds and finally became functional and, like, a person.

Lady of Imperfect Worth.  (Decided to go with the fucked up image. Scratches and dots and bits of ruined paper. Oh well.)
Time moves so fast now! I feel the life (lives?) I led before meds to be 100x longer than this eyeblink.

Our Lady of the Scattered Stardust.
What an unexpected reward these years have been.

Brave Absurdity.
Though I often remember I told myself that if I ever deluded myself into thinking that any amount of joy "made up for" my pre-meds suffering, it meant I just didn't remember it well enough. And how could I? How to mentally encompass an experience so alien to your present one? To truly attempt to imagine it is somehow to re-live it. People who can perfectly remember past traumas are, in fact, suffering from PTSD. They're reliving them.

Space-Time.
But that's neither here nor there. Still folks are terrible at putting themselves in the place of others, easily forgetting what it was like to be a child or a newbie or the one not in power. When we get mad without understanding the situation of the other- the child annoying you, the newbie copying your work, the desperate poor illegally crossing our borders. Like when the rich freak out at the thought of being taxed at the same high rate as the poor and it boggles the mind that anyone can be so mean. They're that isolated from others that they don't see the problem.

Every Child a Saviour.
Wow, random unexpected rant there! Actually veered into the political. Hu. Well, here's everyone's favorite baby. Still have a handful of almost-dones. Then there's that other project, the packaging, the studio clean-up auto-proposal, the doctor's appointment, that tax thing they sent me, the broken washing machine, the trip to wisconsin....