Fine Write

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr Graphic Design grrrrrrrrratification.

EEEyyyyyeee love you I want you.

FFFFFFFffffff Fine Art Find me

Write to me. Instead. In my head

We use our hands - not computersssssss
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Visuals for the beast

Why are we fascinated with the gruesome? Sea Monsters, Horror - blood, guts, ghosts and their dusty, moldy, gooey bones? I cut my finger a little over a month ago and was close to fainting - it hurt so bad and took forever to stop bleeding - but i wanted it to stop so I could see the tissue underneith - somehow I thought there'd be more texture more sinew. Mangled bodies and cruddy crusts of bottom ocean dwellers (and glacier-formed lakes), skeletons and supposed spirit shadows. Of course the answer is instinct and carnal however natural, I'm not sure I'm proud of that part of my curiousity.

Over. And over and over. And.

All my thoughts, as of late are cliche. Time is short. I want to change my life...is this all there is? etc. I can't seem to escape this "Groundhog's Day" gag reel. My fingernails are getting worse. Then I think to myself before taking a step the direction of wild, "what have I to lose? Everything in just a few people." Well, crap.

Child-Lady

I am just a whisper. A constant child on the outside. you look at my front stage of bundled winter cold and my small, shyness and must think, "there goes the child-lady."

bunches of tantrum words rise in me at these passings by, every day. Every day starts with "if only" and ends with "never." I make desperate attempts to convince myself it's their loss. It's your loss. I am the nice one. The one who listens, who cares. smiles on faces holding hands - frostbite - but together with no hats or scarves.

Why not me? So easily answered - so many different answers I see it as truth. Don't think like that - you don't even have time for a guy in your life. Yeah, but I'd like to have the option.

Sunday Pizza

Breath in. Sigh. Sunday - I hate Sunday well no don't I hate the expectations that come with Sunday. Did you do your your homework? No. Then you can't draw you can't work on your own stuff. so how else am I supposed to do it? mmm pizza. mmm warm nap - I wish someone took it with me. well, I'm sure they did, just in a different bed. What the hell is that sound? I hate waiting but I hate being alone. I feel I can use the word "hate" because it's only geared towards myself. No guilt involved. mmmmmpizza aftertaste - *pause for bite*I took two - I'm really hungry. I want Lo Mein and Crab Rangoon. How can Chinese food be romantic - it's so greasy! Sometimes, I feel like I don't chew right. because my mouth is so small. Small and child-like. grow up you're going to to be a teacher!