birthday. lishd ftw
dude. i'm not much for birthdays. i took the day off, but spent most of it recovering from a fatal windows error. a few peeps and i gathered at the gasworks park. 3ricj, nina, talshoe, steffie, liquordrums, lishd. core peeps, the individual crowd of my friends, not the partiers. those that matter, with one missed friend, but he and i'll be hiking next week.
Only one gift for my birthday but o.m.g. what a present! a while back, just before seaf, lish and i went to an opening at a glass-art gallery. the theme, expectedly, was erotic pieces. there were a lot of interesting tries for *erotic* a lot of misses, and a few things that hammed it up, but in the corner were two pieces that immediately set themselves apart from everything else there. erotic on a subtle horror level that went beyond the chattel of cocks and tits that littered the room else. i kept going back to them throughout the night, you really can't capture what's in them. and I GOT ONE!!!
OMG. just looking at it seizes my mind and bends it over raping it with an enema of chaos.
==description==
it's such a riotous thing, so pieces of every nightmare that was too fragmented to ever have shape. it's like a bundle of mutant bat wings that hold itself up but it's levitating, and it's licking the air with a hissing warning and almost an edge of hentai unborn or the pillar of spindly limbs, all sinewy flesh without skin, and it has wings down swept, but they could never swing up and it's covered with veiny capillary-like areas of things and stuff that stretch away like it's all a part of some horror strewn maligned beast that was thrown from the table of creation, the work of a tired god that'd done too much for too long that day and needed rest.
it's crazy. i've been wondering lately, how to jolt my brain out of it's lethargy and into a new creative binge to create and this is perfect. it's taken everything on the back end of my brain, all the dusty unused little side-concepts and given them a dark back history. it's like an orobous of horror, there's no real face or legs or tail to it, it's just a white spindly mess of neo-limbs and fur based body-thing without any real direction.
it's mutating in my mind and ever changing without direction, like one of those concepts that has too much possibility and forever spins off ideas. the core of a universe of it's own. there's a lot here, and all of it twisted and maligned, a horror-core ball of central wrongness. in seeing it the mind is just bend over backwards, you can feel the spine of your sanity stretching and all the nerves of understanding popping out of joint while the ligaments and tissues of normalcy are strained into uncomfort and pulled into a preternatural dis-joint of form that differs just a shade or so too much from what you could ever cope with.
it's a fucking awesome piece. a god damn *fantastic* birthday gift. i've never received anything ever like it from anyone. my girlfriend rules more than i've ever seen.
Only one gift for my birthday but o.m.g. what a present! a while back, just before seaf, lish and i went to an opening at a glass-art gallery. the theme, expectedly, was erotic pieces. there were a lot of interesting tries for *erotic* a lot of misses, and a few things that hammed it up, but in the corner were two pieces that immediately set themselves apart from everything else there. erotic on a subtle horror level that went beyond the chattel of cocks and tits that littered the room else. i kept going back to them throughout the night, you really can't capture what's in them. and I GOT ONE!!!
OMG. just looking at it seizes my mind and bends it over raping it with an enema of chaos.
==description==
it's such a riotous thing, so pieces of every nightmare that was too fragmented to ever have shape. it's like a bundle of mutant bat wings that hold itself up but it's levitating, and it's licking the air with a hissing warning and almost an edge of hentai unborn or the pillar of spindly limbs, all sinewy flesh without skin, and it has wings down swept, but they could never swing up and it's covered with veiny capillary-like areas of things and stuff that stretch away like it's all a part of some horror strewn maligned beast that was thrown from the table of creation, the work of a tired god that'd done too much for too long that day and needed rest.
it's crazy. i've been wondering lately, how to jolt my brain out of it's lethargy and into a new creative binge to create and this is perfect. it's taken everything on the back end of my brain, all the dusty unused little side-concepts and given them a dark back history. it's like an orobous of horror, there's no real face or legs or tail to it, it's just a white spindly mess of neo-limbs and fur based body-thing without any real direction.
it's mutating in my mind and ever changing without direction, like one of those concepts that has too much possibility and forever spins off ideas. the core of a universe of it's own. there's a lot here, and all of it twisted and maligned, a horror-core ball of central wrongness. in seeing it the mind is just bend over backwards, you can feel the spine of your sanity stretching and all the nerves of understanding popping out of joint while the ligaments and tissues of normalcy are strained into uncomfort and pulled into a preternatural dis-joint of form that differs just a shade or so too much from what you could ever cope with.
it's a fucking awesome piece. a god damn *fantastic* birthday gift. i've never received anything ever like it from anyone. my girlfriend rules more than i've ever seen.