Oh God, I hate my brain so much.
So I was dreaming rather pleasantly of being in the periphery of a gallery showing - I don't remember how exactly - but the curator showed me some photographs from an upcoming exhibition and they were Mapplethorpe-esque celebrity portraits. And by Mapplethorpe-esque I mean, X Portfolio obscenity-trial-causing racy.
So I was going through small-scale prints of the large negatives and I get to the Joseph Gordon-Levitt section and I think my brain pretty much melted and dribbled out onto my shoulders. NAKED PICTURES OF JGL IN MY DREAMS. AND HE WAS DOING PATENTLY RACY SHIT IN THOSE. (Look, just use your imagination, it's pretty prurient. Mine is, anyway.)
Then my fucking alarm clock went off and woke me up to go stick the damn duck in the damn oven.
... yeah.
I hate my brain. And I'm going to have to draw some fanart with Arthur doing some of that stuff, I think, maybe with Eames manning the Hasselblad, or I'll never get it out of my head.
Well, once I'm done with my English paper I'll have only one exam left, and then I can maybe do visual shit again.
- Mel
PS: I think this Penny Arcade says a lot about my subconscious.
So I was going through small-scale prints of the large negatives and I get to the Joseph Gordon-Levitt section and I think my brain pretty much melted and dribbled out onto my shoulders. NAKED PICTURES OF JGL IN MY DREAMS. AND HE WAS DOING PATENTLY RACY SHIT IN THOSE. (Look, just use your imagination, it's pretty prurient. Mine is, anyway.)
Then my fucking alarm clock went off and woke me up to go stick the damn duck in the damn oven.
... yeah.
I hate my brain. And I'm going to have to draw some fanart with Arthur doing some of that stuff, I think, maybe with Eames manning the Hasselblad, or I'll never get it out of my head.
Well, once I'm done with my English paper I'll have only one exam left, and then I can maybe do visual shit again.
- Mel
PS: I think this Penny Arcade says a lot about my subconscious.