Mannnnnn, every time I see one of these, I feel like I'm really missing out by not being bisexual. Damn. Guess I'll buy more books! Anyone want some tea or an iced coffee? You doing okay? Need anything? I'll totally run out in the rain, to get whatever you could possibly need to make your life better, if only for a moment. Really, I'm offering.

Wow!! That is so cool! How awesome to see you on here. ❤️

I think it was my sister who shared your work with me, who's own early pieces in the 90s involved combining cut LIFE magazines, painting, and various mixed techniques, so it might've lended to my fondness for the elements you use.

Through the years, I've come across "similar" artists, I'm sure you've seen plenty, but there's absolutely no mistaking a Eugenia Loli--period. You combine your obvious skill and thoughtfulness in each piece, and invoke a downright transportive surrealism, which feels entirely specific to your style. Whether such specifity was intentional, or my own perception, I enjoy the heck out of it. I'd love to know if you have a favorite of your collages, or one that means just a bit more than others.

PS. If you'd be willing to share, what are you working on now?

Waaait a darn minute! You're not the Eugenia Loli, are you, OP? Because I've loved the collage work for years, and that, well, that would be just wonderful. Regardless, this is such a fantastic piece. I highly recommend anyone look up other official works, too!

Plus this part

I was reminded

Holy hell, this entire interior looks like it could be hosed down, time after time, because it's made for repeated indoctrination/orgy/murder of cults with easy cleanup. Unbelievable price, though...

Yeah, I recently got meds at 33 (hooray!), insane improvement, and morning brain is still like "But do you really have the severe ADHD you definitely have, or is it all just a big fucking lie you made up to excuse your weaknesses, you weak bitch? Maybe you just need 6-28 cups of coffee and 12 hours of guilty scrolling to low-volume TV to start your day, hmmmm?"

Then I finally take my damn pill, everything shuts the hell up, and I realize how completely chill I am, and capable of laundry.

Think I'll print this out to go on the fridge, (with a calendar event set every few weeks to move its placement, before object permanence turns it to invisible scenery).

Proper explanation, indeed - you never get all the way through the countdown before you time travel. Beforehand, though (at least in my too many to count without it sounding like a weird brag experiences), the "last words" moment is before the mask, but after the pre-anesthesia. Depends on the procedure, and probably the person, too.

Then I'm glad I know my entire team, going in, and they're all remarkably empathetic to their terrified, high-risk patient! Chances are, any final words through twilight sleep will be a last sentiment to my spouse, in case I don't make it through. After my tight-five, of course, using the IV pole as a mic.

This gives me a sense of satisfaction by proxy.

Brilliant. Part of my procedure is being performed robotically, so I may have to ask that of the robot...