my innerlichkeit (not sachlichkeit)

i want to breathe more sensual than social
instincts. i know you. i know what happens
when i close comparison. let us envy
inwardly, the culture of. and admit to the newness
in following feeling, out burden of sight, a curve
feels sweeter blanketed by the lids of our eyes.

officially embedded in my being:

 

gustav klimt. tonight my text book showed me "Frieze Beethoven" and i eagerly searched to share with you, but cannot find the image in full form, or even, saturated enough-- 

 

and so, consider the aching with me. and i will continue the search, i wont even attempt to compliment his work in a charming way, because my adjectives lack density and demeanor here. but one thing i do know, hes my kind of man.

potential correction to my beer statement on a previous post:

 

"She is a thing of beauty"

Although I see where the 60's aesthetic is going, and blah and etc, I don't understand who approved the word "thing" amongst a meager group of 6 words (depending on whether or not you count articles).

???

margarita's are on me!

recognized as a sherpa and awarded with nefertiti's head last night at a work dinner, the satisfying part comes here: i've now learned what it means to reward your employees. giving them humorous yet symbolic recognition creates far more loyalty than an "outstanding customer service" award. feels un-corporate. feels humane.

for the love of god,

seeing all my peers' work today, makes all of my croquis look like antagonizing-ly eager stick figures. i would show you, but won't for fear you'll agree.


tears,
arijana simultaneously inspired & depressed.