june is ending.
our nation is at the height of its fucktardism stage.
i'm starting work tomorrow on a painting.
i'm growing out my nails so i can slash peoples throats.
im growing my hair out so no one will call me sir ever again.
i'm burnt out at 23.
i need opinions to feed on.
i need you to
feed my narcissism.
ill repay you with plastic playpen balls and shifty eyes.
i think tonight i'm going to sleep happy.
ill find something interesting to blog about soon.
homework.
i know some of you read with vigor.
could you do me a favor?
use the paint program and draw me something.
even if you SUCK at art. please?
i need the inspiration.
even if its only a pie chart about oil or something. [jon]
email it to me, or paste it in the comments.
it'll mean the world to this artist. she loves it.
ugh.
i have to put the cats out.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
.and i have the blogs to prove it.
[not so good with the eye contact]
.i am a strange person.
.and i have the blogs to prove it.
.i blame the razors.
.older.
-
►
2011
(24)
- Dec 2011 (1)
- Sep 2011 (1)
- Aug 2011 (1)
- Jul 2011 (2)
- Jun 2011 (8)
- May 2011 (3)
- Apr 2011 (2)
- Feb 2011 (1)
- Jan 2011 (5)
-
►
2010
(42)
- Dec 2010 (3)
- Nov 2010 (4)
- Oct 2010 (2)
- Aug 2010 (9)
- Jul 2010 (1)
- Jun 2010 (2)
- Apr 2010 (1)
- Mar 2010 (1)
- Feb 2010 (9)
- Jan 2010 (10)
-
►
2009
(59)
- Dec 2009 (3)
- Nov 2009 (13)
- Oct 2009 (3)
- Sep 2009 (4)
- Jul 2009 (2)
- Jun 2009 (10)
- May 2009 (10)
- Apr 2009 (4)
- Mar 2009 (6)
- Feb 2009 (4)
too easy to fool. and too easy to lead. most times its easy to take the advantage and run with it. but in the end it makes the fun part seem lacking and less filling.
where is the good part of being on the floor beneath.
being the one with a thousand pennies and no paper.
the one with all the will and no power over it.
hm. some powers are rather lacking it seems.
taking over the weak leaves us with that fake floaty head and way to much time to gloat all alone to the walls.
where is the good part of being on the floor beneath.
being the one with a thousand pennies and no paper.
the one with all the will and no power over it.
hm. some powers are rather lacking it seems.
taking over the weak leaves us with that fake floaty head and way to much time to gloat all alone to the walls.
2 comments:
Inspiration?
How about this:
"If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man (or woman) when he (or she) goes for a walk"
- Raymond Inmon.
It works for me. I compose poetry on my cell phone when it pops into my head, otherwise I forget before I get home.
Hard to sketch or paint while on the move, but you can always stop and sit awhile in the hot Texas sun......lol.
that damn sun.
maybe ill have a heat stroke and see something in the hallucinations that follow.
sadly i'm pretty sure angels dodge me instead of whisper to me.
but ill try it.....
Post a Comment