zombieshark

at dan's tonight, we chilled with lucy the whorepig, she leaps.. and squeals, pigs are rad.

now swab my galley ye scurvy bastards, 'r no saucy wenches fer a week. you will know pain under my command. arrrrrr. always 6 rrrrrr's, never more, never less.
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i miss the insomnia..
i miss the insanity..
i miss the irritability..
i miss the irrationality..
i miss the creativity of a mind without rest.

i have no lip ring.
and i have no hair.

isn't that a big fucking happy smile.
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i'm going to add color to my submission sketching, and possibly another one i drew earlier this week. submission seems to be turning out pretty cool with a partially dark red based color scheme, but i fucked up.. when i post it you can guess what i don't think should be there.
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love her, i hate her..
it kills me.
it still won't do,
never pick up the phone.
when she calls,
welcome to my world.
self-loathing, bitterness..
lust, and greed.
smiling, full of hatred.
think it's wrong of me?
never should have.
waited so fucking long.
disconnected.. cellular womb,
headfirst, for halos..
one pill, i swallowed..
two pills, been borrowed..
was it two? maybe twenty..
this is it.
sour, like vomit..
the signal she breathes,
pure static.