photo dump part 2 - the art edition
This is some blah blah from a low ebb last week.
urgh, ill. Lying here is my sick bed dirty stained long johns watching masterchef and thinking I am 'quite good' at lots of things but utterly average at everything. Sparks of good and the feeling of 'potential' i'm impatient. I want everything now but my brain and body are too weak. A grotesque combination. Lack lustre 'performance art', dislike of those you're supposed to respect (masked envy?) weird prescribed anti depressents stomach cramps head ache and massive lazy MOVE. coughing gobs of brown everyone growing up, everyone succeeding. The stench of failiure is rank in the air. Too much coffee, hypertension. Lies. Rotting fruit on my table. Bits of dried blood. a toe nail. yr so wacky. will i feel like an imposter forever. will i ever care about the things i pretend to. will i ever stop being a whiney little bitch
I wish someone was there to tell me to shut up.
More photos
I showed this for my midpoint review. Rachmaninov was playing reeeeally loudly and it kind of rhymed with the pot holes of the moon as they swivvelled round jerkily. Imagine below image moving. This couldh ave been a lot better but I felt reasonably good about it. The new version has music from various sci fi tv shows, some picard and shatner quotes interspersed with a depressing monologue about death, the end of the world and failiure. Cheerful stuff.
I really, really like this threesome.
Jeebus
Everyone likes this for some reason. Me as a boy then as a man. I'm not wild about it to be perfectly honest.
This is my favourite comic ever. This is a bold statement but at the moment it's true.
DONE