Ah... I have a certain craving for skin desecration taken out of commission---for today, that is. Already in the planning stages for the surrounding area of my tattoo... FLAMES! Stars and zombies... I can't wait to see what my tattoo artist will do with it, considering I'm more of a half-ass surrealist than a fully-functional artist. What does that say about my life?
I need to stop playing with fake blood...I have it everywhere and the shit could probably stain through to China if I poured it on the ground. Enjoying the Tweaker album, it's one of those months sort of thing; however, I've yet to find the exit door to this month. Eternal night. The perpetual stillness of boredom. The uncollected thoughts of a currently uninspired artist. Time to draw, to do something, to create, envision, aleviate my brain of the lack of chemical reactions. This is the pillow I punch, and the fake blood pours out of it. Give me more.
"If only tonight we could sleep
In a bed made of flowers
If only tonight we could fall
In a deathless spell
If only tonight we could slide
Into deep black water
And breathe
And breathe..."
I need to stop playing with fake blood...I have it everywhere and the shit could probably stain through to China if I poured it on the ground. Enjoying the Tweaker album, it's one of those months sort of thing; however, I've yet to find the exit door to this month. Eternal night. The perpetual stillness of boredom. The uncollected thoughts of a currently uninspired artist. Time to draw, to do something, to create, envision, aleviate my brain of the lack of chemical reactions. This is the pillow I punch, and the fake blood pours out of it. Give me more.
"If only tonight we could sleep
In a bed made of flowers
If only tonight we could fall
In a deathless spell
If only tonight we could slide
Into deep black water
And breathe
And breathe..."
