Traditional all the way.
Fuck this new technology. I cant work it. If i cant smell of feel the texture...its worthless....its too perfect.

viva la traditional!

THE SCANNER! ITS ALIVE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAH!

making some progress. started my art again. Fucking bipolar took a year away from my art. tabarnac!

Skin is what literally hold you together. It's not the money, its not the clothes, the electronics...it's skin. Skin keeps the blood in, keeps the musecles and intestines from seeping through. Skin is amazin because it is so thin, the skin around your eye is much thicker than the skin of your palms but still it holds. Your lips are ever so thin, but they still have the loving feeling. So why am i talking about skin? Why not! Am i supposed to be talking abotu how i got drunk last night, or how many times i've gotten fucked? Shouldn't i be celebrating small things? Like skin? Because when you start to feel shitty all over again, you start to regress...it makes you scared. It makes you scared because there's nothing that triggered it. It's been months and months since i've felt this shitty. There's been so much going on, all of these things just sort of bounced off my skin but left bruises. This time, the skin opened and eeeeeverything came out. Felt so shitty i couldn't even go to work. People say "I hope you die" or " I hate you", but few actually go and see graves...because...saying that they wish that someone died isn't real...isn't....i dunno....real....
let me take a sip an pollute my body for a second.
We hate our skin for how imprefect it is. It's full of bumbs and bruises, hair and cuts. We hate it because it isn't uniform. We cover it up, put makeup on it, tattoo it, to make it look uniform and unique at the same time. We do this with our lives...we attempt to polish up all of the things we see as negatives..but those things really aren't negatives...they aren't. We just see them as negatives because they stick out like a sore thumb, but they are in our co-existance. They do not define us, but rather unify us. Without our faults we go no where, you might as well stamp a bar code on us and ring with through Wal Mart. Those who do great things, achieve it with our faults.
Think of skin, think of yourself...hold it in together. Im tired of writing for now.

Spin yourself around in your computer chair.