Doomsday vault & the artic
So this mornings walk to the car was interrupted by a dead duck and it all seemed kinda symbolic. But then again, thats me always trying to read between, existent/non-existent lines. It made me sad to see this little flightless bird lying there on a day things are supposed to be ascending. I miss you Jesus.
On another note, my Pangaea mass of a brain had another fracture and I lost motivation to keep hiding my flaws. My sister brought up a good point the other day about how i dont trust that people might love me more if i actually wore my heart on my sleeve and aired out that introverted insecure mels that most people dont know. People are always drawn towards another persons dysfunction and entranced by their dark woes. Everyone likes a sad story i guess. It was an alternative to what i think is right to do, now that im completely burned out from doing my "song and dance" for the people for a good 10 plus yrs now. Agggh, theres been a brief transition period of "drugutory". Between, morphine, ecstasy and more nameless elements i've found a bonded relationship with one on one humiliation. Other special thanks go out to music/lights/sweaty person(s). Time to grab my steering wheel to my ford focus and remember, registration is due in April and i have over 600 dollars in tickets due... fucking reality you taste worse than huff of molly. On more sour news i have a wardrobe that would make Mohammad Ghandi even cry and has the corner tranny more stylin' than me. I wish had an excuse like, yeah i got outta dance class to explain why leggings are the staple of my outterwear and how that hole in my sweater is because i rock out way too hard with my punk band. Instead its like, yeah i was drunk walking outta the vine bar and snagged it on my less sober backseat driver's outfit, because cooler clothes like to eat mine, just to prove a point. im a disgrace to fashion and need to get a fucking job already. OKAY UNIVERSE I GOT IT! Now keep you grimy teeth off.I'm painting and its getting better and I could care less now whether you want to buy it, cause someone else out there will! I'm going out tonight to go spend money on overpriced crown and ginger ale while i dance around under sexed hipsters. Starving Artist, over and out.
On another note, my Pangaea mass of a brain had another fracture and I lost motivation to keep hiding my flaws. My sister brought up a good point the other day about how i dont trust that people might love me more if i actually wore my heart on my sleeve and aired out that introverted insecure mels that most people dont know. People are always drawn towards another persons dysfunction and entranced by their dark woes. Everyone likes a sad story i guess. It was an alternative to what i think is right to do, now that im completely burned out from doing my "song and dance" for the people for a good 10 plus yrs now. Agggh, theres been a brief transition period of "drugutory". Between, morphine, ecstasy and more nameless elements i've found a bonded relationship with one on one humiliation. Other special thanks go out to music/lights/sweaty person(s). Time to grab my steering wheel to my ford focus and remember, registration is due in April and i have over 600 dollars in tickets due... fucking reality you taste worse than huff of molly. On more sour news i have a wardrobe that would make Mohammad Ghandi even cry and has the corner tranny more stylin' than me. I wish had an excuse like, yeah i got outta dance class to explain why leggings are the staple of my outterwear and how that hole in my sweater is because i rock out way too hard with my punk band. Instead its like, yeah i was drunk walking outta the vine bar and snagged it on my less sober backseat driver's outfit, because cooler clothes like to eat mine, just to prove a point. im a disgrace to fashion and need to get a fucking job already. OKAY UNIVERSE I GOT IT! Now keep you grimy teeth off.I'm painting and its getting better and I could care less now whether you want to buy it, cause someone else out there will! I'm going out tonight to go spend money on overpriced crown and ginger ale while i dance around under sexed hipsters. Starving Artist, over and out.