Well, good day or result of feeding a fire, call it what you will.
I'm happy. Very much so.
Events, faces, places, sounds, thoughts and chemicals. With all those odd sensations inbetween, and what-ifs. I'm a dreamer again. I feel like I have climbed out of a pit to a large vat of orange juice- hot air, cool liquid, buckets of paint and the sound of The Kinks sailing through the air, leisurely.
I don't know. I havn't drawn in a while, and I just did a twenty minuet sketch. It made me happy. I am very happy. Thinking about today- My it was ordinary, but good. It was good. My eyes are watering, and it is good.
That is why you never starve a fire. Feed it more. And more.
And get a good job to pay for it all.
Anyways, I did draw a 20 minuet sketch, and it looks good. That hasn't happened in a very long time.
Mod-esque fashion.
I finally cut a few of the hairs off of the back of my head, the ones that kept on sticking out because they were the wrong length. Sounds brutal now, condemming the diverse, yet it makes me happy. If I get condemmed, I can condemm my hair. I spell condemm how I want.
I also finally watched the 50th aniversary of DOCTOR WHO. IT WAS FANTASTIC. And Tom Baker was there at the end. That was fantastic. I, for the first time in my life, am caught up with Doctor Who. Now I have to wait until christmas. Which isn't too far off XD
I think I'll go drink some orange juice. And see where I go from there.
I'm happy. Very much so.
Events, faces, places, sounds, thoughts and chemicals. With all those odd sensations inbetween, and what-ifs. I'm a dreamer again. I feel like I have climbed out of a pit to a large vat of orange juice- hot air, cool liquid, buckets of paint and the sound of The Kinks sailing through the air, leisurely.
I don't know. I havn't drawn in a while, and I just did a twenty minuet sketch. It made me happy. I am very happy. Thinking about today- My it was ordinary, but good. It was good. My eyes are watering, and it is good.
That is why you never starve a fire. Feed it more. And more.
And get a good job to pay for it all.
Anyways, I did draw a 20 minuet sketch, and it looks good. That hasn't happened in a very long time.
I finally cut a few of the hairs off of the back of my head, the ones that kept on sticking out because they were the wrong length. Sounds brutal now, condemming the diverse, yet it makes me happy. If I get condemmed, I can condemm my hair. I spell condemm how I want.
I think I'll go drink some orange juice. And see where I go from there.
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