kenneth

I can think..., a lot, sometimes too much. A best friend (Phillip) once told me “Kenneth, you think too much". There are often times when I have this feeling of "full on inspiration". This combustible feeling can manifest in a number of ways, such as, counting every discarded thing that I see while walking along side the street looking at the ground, or challenging my self to walk through a room with strangers or dance in a social setting if I start to feel too shy or too inhibited, making random accessories or "things" on my sewing machine then giving them to friends as spontaneous gifts; which to me, I feel as though it's a genuine sign to show them appreciation, but more often then not, in things of an artistic nature. Once I wore the same cloths for nearly a month because, "I felt like it", the uniform consisted of a pair of, "old man" black slacks a pair of black worn in wing tips made out of black patient leather, which I’m sure lost its shine some time ago and had begun to ware, and a short sleeve white button up with suttle... but visible pale yellow pit stains, all found at...all together now... A THRIFT STORE! Well, except for the pit stains. Ooh gross who would by a shirt with pit stains? I mean unless it was really nice, like a vintage, well worn in CHENEL t-shit that had its sleeves savagely ripped off by some fashioneasta in the 80's. That would be cool. I can also get lost in thoughts...........under construction......