Who am I?
Rye
Ingredients:
205 lbs of organic substance including but not limited to: meat, bone, and fluids. May contain traces of peanuts.
1 bucket of personality
2 heaping loads of bad taste
No no no no. I can't be expressed as a recipe. Well, techinically I can be, but the two ingredients come from my parents, and the cooking instructions aren't for children.
Bah, I've never been good at introspection. I try to look at myself objectively and end up giggling when I get to the bellybutton. Though, I don't think this is a bad thing. We take ourselves and our images so seriously. I mean, there's whole librarys of self help books written on learning to accept ourselves for who we are, and I'll never need to waste my money on them. I tend to look at myself and just laugh. Like when you look in a mirror with clown nose on. What am I saying, I have a built in clown nose?
Maybe that's the answer. We need more clown noses. It would make the world a much brighter place.
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Getting my various artistic endeavors out into the world. Well, at least out into cyberspace.
Welcome
The universe is a place of madness and chaos. Welcome to my corner of it. I will be writing what I think about, so expect much ado about nothing.
1 comment:
anenomie...a little animal or plant-ish thing that hugs a reef under seawater....not very deep...always waves gracefull beautiful tentacles back and forth no matter what...no one notices, or cares...all the other anenomies do the same thing...they're all anonymous...nothing fears them except the lowly lost plankton or very spaced out baby reef fishies that don't know any better and swim within tentacle-shot...can't wave when the tide is too low and everyone could actually see it without goggles, so it sits like a helpless even-more forgotten blob until the water covers it over again....
i think i have a anenomie empathy syndrome...
the black spot.
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