Waiiiittt

I don't know how to be that kind of happy. At least not now. And what is waiting? Does that even exist.

i have forgotten

this is what i have been dealing with these last couple of months. i have become that girl hidden in the corners of umd, researching satanism on her tiny, fire-red lap computer. im almost done, though. and i feel as though all this work has (for the most part) paid off. but i shutter at the thought as to what it might have been had i not waited until the last two months to actually start painting. but really, what good does it do? mpr is the other demon in the back of my mind. if you listen to it as religiously as me, you must know what i'm talking about.

apart from that i have constant aches of all kind: excitement, fear, lust, confusion, and love. these feelings keep the mundane out of a busy school/work life. for the most part...

this weekend i said goodbye to a friend. these next few minutes i dedicate to you...





...if only you coulda seen it.

and i said hello to the return of the lover.

Lifelylovely

euro-tripping with the finest of all males, painting, saving, tripping on stones, curtsey dresses and adopted families. All the while I shall love and save and eat. Ohh too much dreaming but never enough. The weather has been fine here.

the struggle between two halves and finding what's in-between.

the similarities between mother and daughter...

and the differences as well.

Community BlackBook

I open this book of mine to anyone willing. I have three filled up and one in the process. Expect more images soon.

Yeah, I guess I'll do art.

New System

Because this one just isn't good enough. I need some sort of stimulation. I'm a bottle about to explode. This idea of existence is possible, and that's what is tough about it.

Creative energy runs pregnant.

Another delirious post...