Plum Doodles 365 – 374

from May 10th, 2025 journal fragment

“This old town, filled with sin — it’ll swallow you in . . .”

oh. oh. oh. oh.
It could be so easy.
Love, it could be so easy.
Love. Love. Love. Love.

 . . . Just, really. Try a little bit. 

A declaration of love is supposed to be enough. No, it’s not. There’s a little more to it. Pull your head out of your own stinky ass. You love me because I fucking try. I wear clean clothes. I put on deodorant. I floss! I work out. 

Bad smells are a thing! 

Smells are a warning . . . 

I told the beings they have to leave if they are not benevolent. I saw a shape – look(ed) like a man – in the house today. Last night I heard a knocking. This morning I thought I heard someone go into the bathroom . . . 

I dreamed. I didn’t write them down, but I thought about it. 

underdreaming 

Death Card

To what outdated relationships or situations are you clinging?

 . . . fuck meanness!

 . . . I’ve lived up here for four years and I have maybe two friends. 

I want to be living in a place where I don’t always need a car.

I want to afford to thrive.

I let go of feeling crushed, squeezed.

I let go of anger and allow in action.

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May 27, 2025
Flagstaff, AZ

10,000 Plum Doodles Project 

I often use scribbles as the genesis for a painting. These squiggles carry energy for me, and on their own, they tell a story. I call them plums because they are little treats for my imagination. I will continue adding to this project until I have reached 10,000 drawings.

John S. Hall’s 10,000 Poems Project inspired me – but rather than writing – I decided to collect my drawings. Sometimes I write when I doodle, and sometimes I share the writing as well.