Long day with nothing to show. Yet i have spent too much time reading threads about arguements and complaints. I should just go back posting art and focus on that alone. Art of course drives me, I feel things that are indescribable. Art and expression do that to people. Fuck! I could be laying out terrorist plots on this thing. Nobody reads it. It's kinda cathardic in nature to babble to a wall. Lifes funny like that.
Strange how I see paragraph after paragraph on peoples daily rants. Maybe my computer coupling is in it's infancy. Still I come here day after day. Thinking, veiwing, daydreaming..... Hell it's what alot of us do here. Still a hollow gnawing notion stirs somewhere deep inside. I need to get creative and see how I feel then. It sad that the deepest points of my spirit go unstirred, No passion to burn. No muse to dance in my mind like a fever. Just solice..........
Well see if that will change. I hope.......
Strange how I see paragraph after paragraph on peoples daily rants. Maybe my computer coupling is in it's infancy. Still I come here day after day. Thinking, veiwing, daydreaming..... Hell it's what alot of us do here. Still a hollow gnawing notion stirs somewhere deep inside. I need to get creative and see how I feel then. It sad that the deepest points of my spirit go unstirred, No passion to burn. No muse to dance in my mind like a fever. Just solice..........
Well see if that will change. I hope.......
dia:
It's the kind of place where you cannot stay away from forever... eventually the spring flowers bloom, and art shall prevail.
