I have a feeling the cabby had been a wreck hours before we got into the car. There wasn't just the language barrier like most saturday nights, it was the kind of barrier that took a specific crackey powder to seperate the pilgrams. It was the kind of night that could have been so different and yet ended the way it did. On a bad note. The kind ( Read more... )

I fucking hate everybody and I don't want to work.
yup.

it makes sense right ( Read more... )

i only come to this page after skiming facebook
after the skimming i realize facebook dosnt make me happier
this space beckons me to sucumb
i used to be able to write
but some how i stopped being so aware
stopped really looking around me
the writer's heart has fadded
now i am an artist
i make films about visual effects
no substance
i forgot

Melissa Strzelec ( Read more... )

It is recognized that theory and a well rounded education is nutritional for art, mind and soul, however it’s over indulgence in words rather than quality of work is damaging and compromising of the artist pure expression. For myself I choose to study the real world and use its impact on my life to inspire work, but it does seem at times that the ( Read more... )

Never take Art Theory

I keep having the most vivid dreams, or at leaste I had been untill last night. I slept on ashley's couch and i kept waking up in the middle of the night, but - i wasn't fully awake - i suppose that i was sort of half dreaming, all the light from the moon shone in and i felt really really good and dreamy- maybe i was sleep walking in a sence ( Read more... )

'face of melinda' by opeth ( Read more... )

I sell lottery tickets all day, person after person comes in thinking 'hmm, maybe i wont have to go to work.' I smile, and hand them back they're 'garbage'. Admittedly i bought one yesterday, and spent my whole afternoon thinking about what i would do with that much money ( Read more... )