Dude, wheres my kiln? / by Christina Osheim

7 leather hard hollow boobs with erect nipples. They dream of piercings and lactating themselves into rococo brilliance. Ugly duckling (freud say hi and my mistype of duck started w a F.... hahaha subconscious!) or beautoful Swarovski laden swan? Wait until Friday! The countown begins!!!  (this was the work of yesterday)

7 leather hard hollow boobs with erect nipples. They dream of piercings and lactating themselves into rococo brilliance. Ugly duckling (freud say hi and my mistype of duck started w a F.... hahaha subconscious!) or beautoful Swarovski laden swan? Wait until Friday! The countown begins!!!  (this was the work of yesterday)

Dear Christina Marie, 

i am calling bull shit on you. Not a big ripe juicy rare bull pie, but a nice compact little pellet. But lets not forget that pellets are still a form of ammo! 

Are you improving in long twrm panic, yes. Are you anything but a small little neophyte trying to become a functioning amoeba, yes. 

Aka i woke up at 4 am and laid in bed thinking of work and firings and deadlines. Good lord, the fact that i started this writing in 3rd person should be a neon sign blarig "creative crisis chaos crest is crescendoing dow upon the careful but clueless christina..."

But it will get done. I jazzed and Stevie worked his magic. Im thinking of printkng a list of Captain Haddocks deacriptive phrases so I can rant and moan and bitch without feeling like I am throwing my goal of minimum cursing out the window. Or blowing up in a kiln. 

So this is it for today folks! 7:15am and jazzhands, grocery store and daily blog, ✅ ! Coming soon, porcelain adventures, showering crosswording coffeeing breakfasting hanging w my young friend for a few hours until im back at the creative cliff of clayville! Wish me luck!!! And happy monday 😄