ten years after my first blog, i'm back again.
and like ten years ago, i seem to be in a bit of a funk.
you see, that's the problem. it seems that artists produce their most influential work at times of personal crisis...van gogh comes to mind...the bastard was batshit crazy but still managed to posthumously become fuckin' famous and lauded for his artwork. but me? no i'm not the same...i wish i could be, but there comes a point in time when you look around and realize that all this bullshit you have in your head is...to say the least, suffocating.
not even sure if i've been thinking straight lately. but one too many unexplainable temper tantrums that play out in my head...then subdued...which inexplicably flare up again at a later time. i'm just not sure anymore...there's so much shit i wanna say but if i start it'll be like LL's word vomit from mean girls except in my version it won't make any fucking sense. it'll be piles and piles of convoluted shit like a pile of rope with no beginning and no end. just completely fucking useless.
........ah fuck it. hopefully i'll find a bit of pleasure somewhere soon. i need it.
