In my art class that I have to take, today we did the one thing that I HATE havint to do, becasue I simply cannot do it. Figure drawing! People can say all they want that art is leaned and that anyone can be taught to draw, and that it is not some inborn ablity, but throughout my many art clases in my school years, and varrious different teachers, and different methods and techniques, and in spite of my efforts, it is simply impossible for me to do. ...
I decided I wanted to do a still life portraying death, I thought it would be a bit ironic, and I am just generally macabre
To anybody that is a fan of my blog, threads, or character it should please you to know that I hope to be posting pictures of myself on the internet real soon. ( And since I'm desperate to find love in my life in having some form of a relationship with a woman I will probally join some dumb dating website like Eharmony or somthing.) I'm not all that impressive to look at but I'll let everyone be the judge of that. I'm a short haired ...
On the book I'm writing: In contempt of Utopias I've decided to incorporate prose poetry and philosophy together in order to write it. In a way I want my writing to have the element of poetry with the insights of philosophy. I'm not sure if it is going to work but I'm going to try it anyways. Of course the poetic usage I'm using I want to be dark, maccabre,pessimistic and illuminating like Edgar Allen Poe or Baudelaire.
My So Called Life Tottering still with training wheels on So ineffectual at this thing called life A failure by all accounts what have I accomplished? Living too much inside my head I create my own worlds because I cannot face this one In places that do not exist I can reign like a queen But here in this space called reality ...
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