I drew this a while ago for my art class. It’s charcoal. I really like it for some reason. It may just be that I really like pumpkins. I need to have the dark parts fade to white better, and I don’t think i really captured the shinyness of the pumpkin, but it’s ohkay overall.
I would be remiss if I didn’t post one of Bauer’s troll illustrations. That’s really his specialty.
Oh my. I am so in love with this. And guess what it was for? Apparently, in sweden, they have an annual called Bland tomtar och troll, and it’s a fairytale folklore magazine. I need this to complete my life. All 102 issues.
It’s june, and I have my blacony door open, which basically means I hae a living room with only 3 walls. Sounds like a wonderful plan: letting in all the warm, subtle june air to refresh your house. Except it’s cold enough here that I now have to have a blanket. It’s june, mother nature. Get with the program. I don’t care who you’re holding a grudge with, this shit needs to stop.
In other news, I’ve started more drawings. Yes, I realize I’ve started that painting, and that other drawing, and that other one. But, oh well. This is going to be a series of vector-type art based on meditation. I’ve almost finished drawing one, I just have to upload it and digitalizify it. Then draw the second, etc. But, see, the problem is, I can only think of two things to draw. I want three. I’ll get it eventually, I think. I also think I’m going to upload those other two drawings, just because they’re probably get ruined in the moving process.
oh yeah, I’m moving! We’re getting a new apartment, in the city. It’s gorgeous with hardwood floors and built in shelving. I might post pictures, for my future reference. Packing, it’s the “fun” that never ends!
We Did it all for Don- Against Me!
“who did we do it for?”
“DON!!!”
“how much did we do?”
“ALL OF IT!!”
Acousti-punk. One of my favorite genres.
I got this little guy in the easter basket lola gave me. He’s a porcelain mushroom, and on the inside is a snapdragon. You crack the top, water it, and a flower grows. Originally I took the picture because he’s so damn cute, and I’ll be sad when I crack his poor little head. But now I must comment on something else. The little guy comes wrapped in clear cellophane, with the directions folded up and stuck in the bottom. I take the plastic of, get the directions out, and read them. The first thing the directions tell you is to leave the plastic on. Wait-what? I had to take the plastic off to get to the directions. It’s like sticking a card that says “don’t open this box” in the bottom of the damn box. Oh well.
Flobots: Handlebars
I love this song. Normally I don’t like this kind of music, but the power in these lyrics just captivates me. Also, there’s background chanting [in tune with “holocaust”], one of my favorite song features ever. And though I like this song very much, the truth behind it scares me greatly.
In the comments for the video, people started arguing about whether or not the UK had nukes. Several users from UK were throwing around things like “of course we have nukes, we’re not some 3rd world country.” This made me mad, for obvious reasons. Me retort:
“And all you people that are arguing about who has nukes like you’re proud, you astonish me. I’m ashamed my country has those kinds of weapons. It’s a poor way to measure the merit or worth of a nation: How many people they can kill, how many homes they can demolish, how much life they can destroy. It’s down right evil.”
That’s just my two cents for the day.
Four sins past sainthood, it’s like I’m dying to forget,
all the sleepless nights lying perfectly alone and still.
I can drink ‘til victory, I’ll drink to the mighty,
drink until I die or at least until the sunrise.
When honesty as popular as a plague
comes to remind me that the dead’s winning the race with me. going nowhere,
Right down the street a prostitute is selling the closest thing to love that this country has to offer.
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
so we fought for the republic while a catholic sun filled every eye.
From the atlantic to the pacific ocean,victory, I drank to the mighty.
We died for oil, died for borders, killed for democracy, still believed every platform.
Can You handle the death, accept what you create together.
I still know every politician is a fucking monster.
Culture kills bureaucrats and all other undesirables.
History said we died for freedom but today no justice was served.
And America still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
and i hope it doesn’t wake up tomorrow!
so we boasted that we were champions,
each country singing it’s own praise.
Like a rock thrown in to the ocean, humanity was rising to the top.
Two world wars later, countless “military interventions” we erect monuments to history and give apologies to the dead.
All that was fought for the living is quickly forgotten.
We don’t remember the dates, we don’t remember the reasons.
We have no idea what’s going on. Building histories of western corporations.
It doesn’t even turn my stomach to see the pictures of atrocities anymore.
Going numb in the new order of the new century.
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And the world still sleeps tonight.
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And the world still sleeps tonight.
Against Me!
I’ve always loved poetry. But lately, I’ve started getting in to slam poetry. The Suicide Kings are absolutely phenomenal. Really. I think Geoff Trenchard may be my favorite of the trio. I highly appreciate his metaphorical imagery. It’s alot like how I, myself, write. I want to go into detail about how and what I like, but for some reason I feel that describing poetry with poetry is trite. But here are some of his lines than I love
“Have you ever thought about guns? Have you ever though about how they’re just the perfect american icon. It’s like a remote control for the real world: you just point, click and turn off the noise.”
“and how do you say you’re sorry when your only language is *bang*!”
And after I decided to start this, I realized most of the lines don’t have as much impact taken out of context. So I guess I’m done with that.
I went to the art store and got fun things. I painted a lemon. It’s pretty ugly, but oh well. I’ll get better. The manat the check out, Angelo, was pretty awesome. He’s one of those people you meet once ever 8 years, and instantly you think Man, this guy is pretty amazing. For no reason. He was just charismatic and genuine and he seemed utterly and undeniably amazing. Sadly, I don’t have the balls to say ‘hey. you’re pretty effing sweet. Want to hand out sometime?’ So I just laughed at his last joke, bid him farewell, and left.
We also went to the store to buy that dress, and it was sold out. I’m either going to another store, or I’m gonna order it online, and just hope for the best. Oh well. We have time before Annie’s wedding that if this doesn’t work out, I can always find something else.
What else? Bought new underthings today. Yup, I think that’s it. Maybe after I get real good or at least mediocre with my new art things, I’ll put something up.
Horse Feathers: Curs in the Weeds
This song is so many words that haven’t been invented yet.
