To this nature, so unnatural, I remain alone.
Mundane, everyday things should not be allowed to choke inspiration like filthy weeds choking flowers. It would do my family a world of good if they understood that.
Jesus, I want a normal family. Not a dysfunctional load of bickering semi-morons.
Onto brighter subjects. Almost finished that drawing I started yesterday, and I'll be finishing it within the next hour. It was hard, but the results have pleased me. As for my drawing to start later on, I want to draw the Sin Wrath (A.K.A. Jack) later on. It's going to be difficult, but a massive ego boost if I can actually manage to draw him.
Watched THE best musical ever earlier...The Blues Brothers. Got to love that film. It even has the greatest line from any film, ever.
"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we have a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes - it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Let's hit it"
Murf. Haven't shaved for days. I have one of those irritating collections of stubble on my chin. Suppose that's what I have to cope with, for barring myself in my room for 85% of the day. Then again, it's better here. Quiet, comfortable, private.
A place to be alone with my creation, and away from that loud-mouthed piece of shit I call a little brother. God, he's enough to shatter anyone's concentration.
I love sitting in my room, lights off aside from my small lamp, and just thinking.
And currently, thinking is one of the things I've been doing more.
Jesus, I want a normal family. Not a dysfunctional load of bickering semi-morons.
Onto brighter subjects. Almost finished that drawing I started yesterday, and I'll be finishing it within the next hour. It was hard, but the results have pleased me. As for my drawing to start later on, I want to draw the Sin Wrath (A.K.A. Jack) later on. It's going to be difficult, but a massive ego boost if I can actually manage to draw him.
Watched THE best musical ever earlier...The Blues Brothers. Got to love that film. It even has the greatest line from any film, ever.
"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we have a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes - it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Let's hit it"
Murf. Haven't shaved for days. I have one of those irritating collections of stubble on my chin. Suppose that's what I have to cope with, for barring myself in my room for 85% of the day. Then again, it's better here. Quiet, comfortable, private.
A place to be alone with my creation, and away from that loud-mouthed piece of shit I call a little brother. God, he's enough to shatter anyone's concentration.
I love sitting in my room, lights off aside from my small lamp, and just thinking.
And currently, thinking is one of the things I've been doing more.