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I'm here, kinda. But not really.
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[04 Oct 2008|10:06pm] |
I spend all day hiding from the Government
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Do be do be do do do oh Do be do be do do do oh
I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days I used to feel woebegone and so restless nights My aching heart would bleed for you to see
1-Oh, but now
I don't find myself bouncing home Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry
No more I love you's The language is leaving me No more i love you's changes are shifting Outside the words
No one ever speaks about the monsters
I used to have demons in my room at night Desire, despair, desire So many monsters (rpt 1)
2-No more i love you's The language is leaving me No more i love you's The language is leaving me in silence No more i love you's Changes are shifting outside the words
And people are being real crazy And you know what mommy? Everybody was being real crazy And the monsters are crazy. There are monsters outside (rpt 2, 2,...)
Do be do be do do do oh Outside the words
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[18 Aug 2008|10:51pm] |
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Good evening, Ladies and Gents.
Rumors of my demise were only slightly false. The summer, generally, is a time for me to practice my skills at being a walking ghost. Between work and whatnots, my presence on the interwebs falters. I apologize to those of you who care about such things, and present you with a general update on my life:
A. This was the first summer I ever spent up in Flagstaff. It figures that it would take me a solid half-decade (plus) to figure out that this town has a lot to offer during the warmer months. The influx of beautiful scenery, epic rains and casual fishing trips is genuinely improving my outlook on things.
B. I finally, after a half-decade (plus), have moved out of the dorms into a house. My house is awesome and it is not filled with people clogging the toilets. In fact, my roommates average an 86% approval rating from the Austin High Council.
C. I have learned that the number of drawings I produce is directly related to how unhappy I am. Apparently, I have been exceptionally unhappy in the past. Unfortunately, I’ve only produced a handful of new drawings this summer; I have promised myself that I’d work on that. Still, I am quite happy with my current situation.
D. I am currently dating a very lovely girl who is roughly 8 years my junior. I invite you all to weigh in on this topic.
E. My lungfish is growing large. I also own a Pyxicephalus adspersus.
F. I am entirely not excited about this school year, though I feel that I should be. In fact, I have quite a bit riding on this semester. I am a mere 10 credits from graduation. Side note: I have been 10 credits from graduation for a year and a half. No joke. After I graduate I shall walk off into the sunset and the hearts of men everywhere.
G. I have lost contact with a vast majority of my old friend group. I am not as sad about this as I thought I’d be. Growing up and growing apart seem to come hand-in-hand. Or I’ve reached Walking Ghost Level III.
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hi!
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[05 May 2008|12:25am] |

meet John's disgusting, yet lovable cat.
Behold.
Wallow in its hideousness.
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[02 May 2008|06:59am] |
haha, a friend surprised me by showing me a tattoo he got of one of my drawings. I must say, I am honored. Who's next?
*side note* I just worked a 14 hour shift. Coma time.
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[23 Apr 2008|03:50pm] |
how sad
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[21 Apr 2008|02:20am] |

 wut do i do? OH I NOES!
One step closer to making my drawings move.
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[05 Apr 2008|02:07am] |

If you sit in a dark pantry and stare at a bunch of Chiquita Bananas while chanting:
"My banana, not yours My banana, not yours My banana, not yours"
you will anger the mighty Banana King, and he will fling poo on you from the astral plane.
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[03 Apr 2008|02:25am] |

a drawing made up of drawings that I never finished. Through the mind dump they attain recognition.
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[27 Mar 2008|03:32am] |
 I drew this thing in about 4 seconds, then proceeded to spend the next half and hour trying to place his arms. I still don't like how it turned out.
eh...
just assume he was mangled during a summer's orgy.
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