straightened time slinky (skip if you aren't interested in unrefined ramblings)
brain goo splatter begin:
I sat beside a small rock (sedimentary), and attempted to initiate a conversation on the variables contained within the globes hanging over our heads. On the surface there are obvious and cheap cosmetic differences: the hooks are bent differently, the hanging strings all different materials, the globes all have unique colors, and the skins are different textures. I waited for a response from the rock, then continued on. What really fascinated me was the contents of each globe. The meat all had it's own flavor. No two globes are the same even though they may appear so upon first glance. You may assume that they are the same, when two have very similar colors and textures, but when cut open they will spill entirely different meaty bits to the ground. The rock was cold and I saw that it's globe had grown spikes. I grew weary with the rock threw it into the pond and walked back to the cabin.
/braingoosplatter
It has been a long time since I have posted anything to the internet. I attribute this to a lack of interest in showing people my world. Generally the purpose of posting some kind of lj entry is to share/express one's experiences. I have not had any sort of desire to do that lately. Perhaps I am just hanging tightly onto the spark of [good] that has grown within me recently. If too many witness it, will it get watered down? Probably not. But this is an example of why I should post to lj anyways. I was told that this can be a good vehicle for simply exploring ideas that typically would not thrive in the format of a typical conversation. While what I am writing now likely will not provoke many responses, I can still see where that line of thought is coming from. I am afraid I am rambling again though (it happens fairly often). So... in short the point is... actually... I guess I don't really have a point.
The last time I posted was before Wizard World Texas. Despite my self absorbed (not selfish) nature, I got to know some co-workers outside of the art department, and they were all fairly nifty people. Kristian D was at the con, so I got to buy some excellent supermarket prints and art. I had a lot of steak. If they could, the people in Texas would pave the roads with meat. I never want to see Texas again though. It reminded me a lot of enumclaw... only without the trees and mountains. So in short, Texas felt kind of like a big flat and ugly version of enumclaw... filled with meat.
I got back from texas, and angsted kind of stupidly for a while. I had my reasons, but they were all rather out of character for me. Stress and impossible deadlines at work probably were a fairly large cause of that behavior.
I got a Wii the day that was released. Kevin and I waited outside of Target in the early morning, playing Advance Wars on our DSs. I also picked up The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (don't be surprised if I do a little bit of Zelda fanart, I am a lame loser geek person after all), Red Steel, Trauma Center, and Marvel: Ultimate Alliance. Despite it's unfortunate name, I like the Wii a lot. It has been a lot of fun.
Thanksgiving = good time seeing family. I need to go see my brother more often.
Now I just feel good in a way that is hard to explain. I am happy with my current situation. There are things to work at and improve. I have definite goals in mind. Things are not stale; I am not jaded. I am also happy with my current position in life. Now I just have to be smart enough to actually do something to accomplish the goals I have in mind.
it seems i'm only me in sleep,
where we meet in dream at the concrete bottom
of the brodie garage bridge you just jumped from.
who would have ever thought art school could be so sickening,
wearing the werewolf mask, you tuck your shirt in,
you said "it's nice to look like you just stepped out of a movie,"
and sure you look cinematic,
silhouette on the edge of the roof of a car park under the orange sunset sky,
with any empty sketch pad and a werewolf mask.
we always meet too late, after you done did it,
put cracks in concrete fifty feet from where i first saw you stand.
a pack of little birds peck at your flesh and your monster mask,
as i reach to touch your shoes
to track the trail of where you've been.
the ram's crumpled horn, an empty turle shell.
sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process.
I sat beside a small rock (sedimentary), and attempted to initiate a conversation on the variables contained within the globes hanging over our heads. On the surface there are obvious and cheap cosmetic differences: the hooks are bent differently, the hanging strings all different materials, the globes all have unique colors, and the skins are different textures. I waited for a response from the rock, then continued on. What really fascinated me was the contents of each globe. The meat all had it's own flavor. No two globes are the same even though they may appear so upon first glance. You may assume that they are the same, when two have very similar colors and textures, but when cut open they will spill entirely different meaty bits to the ground. The rock was cold and I saw that it's globe had grown spikes. I grew weary with the rock threw it into the pond and walked back to the cabin.
/braingoosplatter
It has been a long time since I have posted anything to the internet. I attribute this to a lack of interest in showing people my world. Generally the purpose of posting some kind of lj entry is to share/express one's experiences. I have not had any sort of desire to do that lately. Perhaps I am just hanging tightly onto the spark of [good] that has grown within me recently. If too many witness it, will it get watered down? Probably not. But this is an example of why I should post to lj anyways. I was told that this can be a good vehicle for simply exploring ideas that typically would not thrive in the format of a typical conversation. While what I am writing now likely will not provoke many responses, I can still see where that line of thought is coming from. I am afraid I am rambling again though (it happens fairly often). So... in short the point is... actually... I guess I don't really have a point.
The last time I posted was before Wizard World Texas. Despite my self absorbed (not selfish) nature, I got to know some co-workers outside of the art department, and they were all fairly nifty people. Kristian D was at the con, so I got to buy some excellent supermarket prints and art. I had a lot of steak. If they could, the people in Texas would pave the roads with meat. I never want to see Texas again though. It reminded me a lot of enumclaw... only without the trees and mountains. So in short, Texas felt kind of like a big flat and ugly version of enumclaw... filled with meat.
I got back from texas, and angsted kind of stupidly for a while. I had my reasons, but they were all rather out of character for me. Stress and impossible deadlines at work probably were a fairly large cause of that behavior.
I got a Wii the day that was released. Kevin and I waited outside of Target in the early morning, playing Advance Wars on our DSs. I also picked up The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (don't be surprised if I do a little bit of Zelda fanart, I am a lame loser geek person after all), Red Steel, Trauma Center, and Marvel: Ultimate Alliance. Despite it's unfortunate name, I like the Wii a lot. It has been a lot of fun.
Thanksgiving = good time seeing family. I need to go see my brother more often.
Now I just feel good in a way that is hard to explain. I am happy with my current situation. There are things to work at and improve. I have definite goals in mind. Things are not stale; I am not jaded. I am also happy with my current position in life. Now I just have to be smart enough to actually do something to accomplish the goals I have in mind.
it seems i'm only me in sleep,
where we meet in dream at the concrete bottom
of the brodie garage bridge you just jumped from.
who would have ever thought art school could be so sickening,
wearing the werewolf mask, you tuck your shirt in,
you said "it's nice to look like you just stepped out of a movie,"
and sure you look cinematic,
silhouette on the edge of the roof of a car park under the orange sunset sky,
with any empty sketch pad and a werewolf mask.
we always meet too late, after you done did it,
put cracks in concrete fifty feet from where i first saw you stand.
a pack of little birds peck at your flesh and your monster mask,
as i reach to touch your shoes
to track the trail of where you've been.
the ram's crumpled horn, an empty turle shell.
sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process.