Inspiration, confusion, understanding
Tonight I worked on a page in my sketchbook and I was inspired. It was aparant in the finished product. I think I'm becoming comfortable in this poor existance. I have my center back. I'm not mindfucked by living alone. I feel confident and infinately more at peace.
I wish I had a digital camera to photo doc. my hair for Myspace. A women tonight said I had my look down and after contemplating it she's right. What's the point of being as naturaly eccentric as I am without photographs of my neverending metamorphisis. My vanity is one of the only things I have to cling to right now and I intend on clinging.
I love cobalt nail polish, eyeliner, and subtle afeminism. It's in my fucking DNA I swear to you. Though I went out in drag a couple of times in the past for "group outing fun" thats just not my sceene. I'm all about the subtle hints and blurring the lines of sexuality. Sun-Hee use to show me illustrations of subtle girly boys from Japan and it always inspired me. Am I afeminit because I had no male role models growing up or is it that I just hate "tough guy thug shit" to the point that I hurl myself in the opposit direction?
Maybe I could freak out my close aquaintances with a completely new white trash persona. I could get a mullet and a handle bar mustache like "Joe Dirt". I wish Some of my old Iron Maiden T-shirts had survived they would round out the look. I'm gonna get some new Maiden Ts damn it! and some acid washed denim. I need a headband and some Kangaroos. Oh the horror, if I could pull it off without laughing so hard I throw myself in traffic. I WOULD ROCK! Not just any rock, I wanna rock like Carl from aqua-teen hunger force."Yeah I saw Forigner back in 83 and they kicked ass!"
I'm leaving all the misspelled words in this entry because I just checked and there's 20 of them. It's almost 4 A.M. so it could only be expected. I bolive in leaving the mistakes in your art so deal with my fifth grade spelling level.
I wish I had a digital camera to photo doc. my hair for Myspace. A women tonight said I had my look down and after contemplating it she's right. What's the point of being as naturaly eccentric as I am without photographs of my neverending metamorphisis. My vanity is one of the only things I have to cling to right now and I intend on clinging.
I love cobalt nail polish, eyeliner, and subtle afeminism. It's in my fucking DNA I swear to you. Though I went out in drag a couple of times in the past for "group outing fun" thats just not my sceene. I'm all about the subtle hints and blurring the lines of sexuality. Sun-Hee use to show me illustrations of subtle girly boys from Japan and it always inspired me. Am I afeminit because I had no male role models growing up or is it that I just hate "tough guy thug shit" to the point that I hurl myself in the opposit direction?
Maybe I could freak out my close aquaintances with a completely new white trash persona. I could get a mullet and a handle bar mustache like "Joe Dirt". I wish Some of my old Iron Maiden T-shirts had survived they would round out the look. I'm gonna get some new Maiden Ts damn it! and some acid washed denim. I need a headband and some Kangaroos. Oh the horror, if I could pull it off without laughing so hard I throw myself in traffic. I WOULD ROCK! Not just any rock, I wanna rock like Carl from aqua-teen hunger force."Yeah I saw Forigner back in 83 and they kicked ass!"
I'm leaving all the misspelled words in this entry because I just checked and there's 20 of them. It's almost 4 A.M. so it could only be expected. I bolive in leaving the mistakes in your art so deal with my fifth grade spelling level.