Homage to Molly Crabapple

Fine lines are only lines, they draw and are drawn. They are to be emphasized, disregarded and crossed. Dot your i’s and rouge your sunsets. For the vision of shadows that fall, shall spring into new movement that dance as retina afterimages. And all that we know and have seen, shall create a reality to live. So we choose a path to follow and lay our souls to bear as testament to all that is true. And in that place we are the images, akin to voices that are raised like hands and fist into the air. Challenging the status quo and cast like so many fishing lines into the lake of our collective consciousness.


After all Art is Life, Life is Art.

When you belong

This job is killing me. Truly. The brain numbing stupidity I deal with on a daily basis is driving me crazy. I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job… I HATE this fucking job…

Mirror, Mirror, On the wall

Insecurity and self loathing, not my most used or popular character flaws, but never less some small aspects of the whole. Still you wish that some of those total Egotists out there would get some. Today it seems particularly poignant. Caulk it up to another argument with that egotistical asshole in the mirror. I can’t stand him. Who the hell does he really think he is, what a fucking idiot. He should do us all a favor and just kill himself. Stop the “drink yourself into oblivion” bit and take that new knife of yours and slit your fuckin wrists. He has no guts. And still he really thinks that he has a brain and that someday it will get him somewhere or someone will want him. Yea, so creative, so much above everyone, you are sooo self aware. Then you should be aware that nobody cares about you, that you are a nobody, a  n o t h i n g. You could fall off the planet and nobody would even notice. Yea, quote me some Jung theory now, doucebag. The things that you pass for intelligent are nothing but word play and stupidity. What a presumptuous asshole. Get dressed and go to your fucking whore job, Dickhead. You are a total waste of time, get a life and fuck off.

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