See also: Reason.

I think I found my new muse. Although, it's not the kind I can see 5 days a week. The inspiration only can come from past work.

Symbolic Of

I killed a fly with a hammer today.

It's Over

My inspiration has gone away. Now, I have time to search for another one, bur doubt I'll find inspiration quite like the one I used to have. I almost feel like I never will.

I am gonna say that even though it's summer, I am very thankful that I'm in the PCCA. It gives you this hidden confidence and security, that you always have no matter what mood your in. Everyday, as I walk into my art class, I am reminded that I am talented, and have a unique gift that not everyone has. It's a great feeling that I wish people could experience everyday. It also makes me mad, that some people that I know, are talented, don't use their gift at all, and let it slowly disintergrate till it's gone. It makes me want to grab onto their shoulders, and shake them til they realize they're special too.




I forgot the last two days. Sorry.

A Point

I'm making it a point to write something important and meaningful, everyday.

You never realize the things people do as part of their everyday lives, makes a tremendous and profound effect on someone else's life. Someone that you look up to, and inspires you with every step that person takes, has no idea who you are. Maybe it's better that way, never meeting your main source of inspiration makes you want to be around them more. Like, some people paint birds, you only watch those birds, take photos of them, stare at their gracefulness, but you don't speak to them, hold them, grow old with them. They're just minor flecks of beauty that impact mostly everyone's lives.


This person I will never talk to, it is better that way.

It's Come to This

So this what has become of it all. Dirty clothes all over the floors, making it nearly impossible to see the decade-old carpet. Crumpled up paper, lying on those dirty clothes , almost in the trash can. Everything you look at makes ten thousand different thoughts run through my mind.

Give me some trashbags, a vacuum, some Windex.
So this is what has become of my mind.

Fuck Feminists

I know that people have the right to do whatever they want, but some things that people do are really stupid. For instance, I know a lot of people that don't bathe, and I think it's one of the stupidest things that the human race has ever done. The Black Plague started when no one bathed! The world will seriously implode if this shit catches on. Besides, you smell, you look trashy, homeless, disgusting, and who the fuck wants to be around you. It's not something you should brag about.
But I am so done with feminists, and bullshit like that. I used to be pro-life, but now I realize that in the time you get an abortion, your, 'baby' is really a fetus. Fetus's don't have feelings, they're just cells. They're not gonna be mad, they can't see, smell, taste, hear, undure pain, any of that! All they are is cells. Nothing more, nothing less.
Also, way back in the day women had to fight for their right to do anything. Now they have those rights, so why still fight? Shaving your legs, taking a shower, and wearing make-up, is all part of being a girl, and if you never did those things, you mind as well, put on a flesh-colored strap-on weener, and call yourself, 'Todd.' Cause that's what you are, you're a boy with a uterus, and some ovaries.

Means to an End

Over the course of this weekend, two people made me realize that human interaction and conflict is bound to happen. People come and go, and in the end, you didn't need them to start with. Sure they make everyone's cruises through life moderately amusing, and full of tears and laughter. But what if you had no friends, family, acquaintences, or anything? You'd be alone, you would have nothing to lose, and you'd probably be more careless. You would have no one to stay alive for.
Keeping this in mind, I will think first, analyze, and develope different avenues of coping with human interactions.