All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
no calories! 0 additives! content free! x2
I'm tapped right out.
What do you *want* to know? What haven't I talked about?
I had a dream last night that I was covered in tattoos. Not head to foot, but I had.. oh, I dunno.. something close to 8 or 9 on my body.
The only one I remember was a dove. Not your ordinary sweet dove that symbolizes peace or soap. No, this was the Dove of Death!! It was huge, on the left side of my torso, covering half my back and part of my front.
It's beak was wide open, screaming, similar to a bird of prey. It's wings were full spread, but not bird-wings.. more like the huge-ass angel wings you see in movies. Sharp talons, crazy mean eyes..
This tattoo-bird was on the attack. Freaked me out.
Anyone into dream analysis?
I'm half tempted to try and draw it.
I could be mistaken. It could have just been a pigeon.
Ok.. trying out my "car - music" theory. Had you gotten into the truck with me today, the first song you would have heard and somehow judged me on was "Shock the Monkey".
I'd have been mortified.
more later.
Got some sketching done this afternoon (no, not of the tattoo). I should have put the charcoal down after about 10 minutes, I think.
I can usually push myself through the aggravation with "an exercise in futility is still an exercise, so keep going". Not today. Today I was just. not. there.
You know when you're reading and you suddenly discover you've read the same line or paragraph repeatedly? Your mind is elsewhere? That was me. My hand kept going but my thoughts had ventured off. Frustration kicked in then and I just continued getting angry with myself.. "Idiot. Look! What a waste! Why do I DO this? Is it taking me anywhere? Am I learning anything, am I accomplishing anything? Fuck it!" .. followed by the throwing of art supplies and the burning of a sketchbook (why yes, I DO go about things in a big way).
I feel better. And worse. Tossing of hissy fits is not my thing. I'll grow up someday.
soundtrack: Tom Waits - "The One That Got Away"
What do you *want* to know? What haven't I talked about?
I had a dream last night that I was covered in tattoos. Not head to foot, but I had.. oh, I dunno.. something close to 8 or 9 on my body.
The only one I remember was a dove. Not your ordinary sweet dove that symbolizes peace or soap. No, this was the Dove of Death!! It was huge, on the left side of my torso, covering half my back and part of my front.
It's beak was wide open, screaming, similar to a bird of prey. It's wings were full spread, but not bird-wings.. more like the huge-ass angel wings you see in movies. Sharp talons, crazy mean eyes..
This tattoo-bird was on the attack. Freaked me out.
Anyone into dream analysis?
I'm half tempted to try and draw it.
I could be mistaken. It could have just been a pigeon.
Ok.. trying out my "car - music" theory. Had you gotten into the truck with me today, the first song you would have heard and somehow judged me on was "Shock the Monkey".
I'd have been mortified.
more later.
Got some sketching done this afternoon (no, not of the tattoo). I should have put the charcoal down after about 10 minutes, I think.
I can usually push myself through the aggravation with "an exercise in futility is still an exercise, so keep going". Not today. Today I was just. not. there.
You know when you're reading and you suddenly discover you've read the same line or paragraph repeatedly? Your mind is elsewhere? That was me. My hand kept going but my thoughts had ventured off. Frustration kicked in then and I just continued getting angry with myself.. "Idiot. Look! What a waste! Why do I DO this? Is it taking me anywhere? Am I learning anything, am I accomplishing anything? Fuck it!" .. followed by the throwing of art supplies and the burning of a sketchbook (why yes, I DO go about things in a big way).
I feel better. And worse. Tossing of hissy fits is not my thing. I'll grow up someday.
soundtrack: Tom Waits - "The One That Got Away"
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