I am here again. WHY am I here again.
WHY am I small again, lost again?
Alone again.
Afraid…
. Again.
Category: Best
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All Writey Now
I’m feeling disgusted with myself. Yet again I have lapsed into the void. The Void that exists inside me, when I feel incapable of creating anything of value. My fellow artists, do you ever come to this vast zone of inability?
Many would tell me that it’s the Bipolar monkey, bouncing up and down on the seesaw of creativity that exists between my ears. Right now I want to “shock the monkey”…(thank you Peter Gabriel)…It seems to be less like a monkey and more like a huge Brahma that has lain down, groaning and farting, on all my art supplies. (warning:EXTREMELY GRAPHIC WORD PICTURE!!!)
The warning should have come before the farting bull. Sorry. NOT.
Oh, the wonderful bucolic images that now dance ’round my imagination. Huge farting cows in pink tu-tu’s daintily dancing hoof to hoof. Hey, maybe I’m onto something! I hear Brahms playing in the background while the Brahma’s cavort! Wait for it… Wait for it….There!!
THE HORN SECTION!!!!! (Cue maniacal laughter!!!)
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Bad Bad Leroy the Paint Pen
The words all run together, the letters messy on the keyboard. Tired but sleepless, fighting with little paint markers I ordered on EBay… Demanded a refund for the leaking, streaking, project-ruining, AWFUL Paint Markerz. Awful. Yet I sat here and fought with them for hours while working on a little handmade trash can I found in a thrift store. Just spinning my wheels… Thank God I have a new commission being delivered… An antique cart, and they are letting me go freehand wild! Yeah, baby!!!!
Out of the Gutter Art 
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