Bring Out Yer' Dead!
Journal Entry:
Tue Apr 22, 2008, 3:33 PM
- Mood:
Not Impressed - Listening to: Cary Brothers - Ride
- Reading: Dune
You know, when I first signed up to be a starving artist, I never really realized how much the starving part sucks.
Anyway, what with the new job and everything, I make about as much as a guy who breaks rocks with other rocks for a living. Yes, I know I'm quoting Scrubs. Fuck off. The good news is, the no-stress factor of the job leaves me with ample time to work on a few projects:
1) Deus Ex Machina - I'm currently looking for an artist around my area who can illustrate a mini-graphic novel based on my micro-series. If there's no luck on that front, I'm gonna have to look online. I'd illustrate it myself, but I don't wanna make people's heads explode with how awesome my drawing skillz are.
2) Sam's Town/ Strange Aeons/ Dog Years/ LXP ch. 2 - Four all-new short stories. Well, three short stories and one narrative poem. Actually, it's more like two short stories, one narrative (read: long) poem, and one literary equivalent of projectile vomiting. All four are done, but I'm just waiting till I get my laptop at home hooked up to the web to post them.
3) Getting Laid - Self-explanatory. Must be young, hot, able to financially support me, know how to cook a mean bolognese, love Iggy and the Stooges more than life itself, willing to call me Daddy, and have the spine to dish out as much verbal abuse as she'll be taking.
Devious Comments
Tsk Tsk Tsk
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Well, I really am looking forward to the next piece, so take my threat as a compliment. But, I respect the fact that, at this given moment, you do not waste your life on a website...
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Peace is just two fingers now
Peace was just a phase
When someone put it on a shirt
you knew to count the days
So take those fingers tape 'em up and shove 'em up your ass and carry on
but don't try it now cause peace is gone...
Actually, I don't have my own computer right now. *hangs head in shame* Plus I've been real busy with work and making ends meet and other fun little stress-inducing activities. I actually haven't eaten in the past 48 hours. C'est la vie. Rest assured that once I get the Intarwebs hooked back up I'll be wasting most of my fleeting youth on this site once more.
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The finest line of poetry ever produced in the last or any other century was uttered in November of 1969, when Saint Morrison said, "Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer."
Next time I'm bringing my guns!
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Peace is just two fingers now
Peace was just a phase
When someone put it on a shirt
you knew to count the days
So take those fingers tape 'em up and shove 'em up your ass and carry on
but don't try it now cause peace is gone...
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Make Every Word Count.
*WordCount 510 watchers and counting!
The Prose Piggybank.
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Discover something new.
Thank you. I toddled over to your gallery as well. You have a very raw and distinctive style, I have to say. I love abstract art.
Take care, fellow Buckeye (although I actually can't stand Ohio State).
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The finest line of poetry ever produced in the last or any other century was uttered in November of 1969, when Saint Morrison said, "Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer."
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Discover something new.
English isn't my first language either, but you said it yourself, language is entirely beside the point of creating art.
I will continue to loyally read everything you post and to endlessly orgasm over each piece of your work.
But believe me when I say that it's not skill at all. English isn't my first language, and I haven't taken an Englash class since I was in grade school. Spellcheck constantly kicks my ass, and everything I know about the rules of grammar you could fit on the back of a matchbook.
Simply put, I can't write right.
I'm not saying this to sound all falsely modest or anything. I'm really not. I guess I'm saying that writing is maybe 10% skill and technique and 90% desire to tell tales and pure bugfuck craziness.
Okay, throw in a god complex and a drug and alcohol habit.
Thanks again for the kind words.
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The finest line of poetry ever produced in the last or any other century was uttered in November of 1969, when Saint Morrison said, "Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer."
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
*skitters to ur gallery*
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"Behind this mask is more than just flesh-
behind this mask, there is an idea...
and ideas are bulletproof!"
"Now we're being followed by rocks...
Never had that happen before..."
Thanks for the comment. The best part about it was that it led me to your page, which, apart from making me jealous as hell, is incredibly beautiful.
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The finest line of poetry ever produced in the last or any other century was uttered in November of 1969, when Saint Morrison said, "Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer."
P.S i think santas real. he wrote me & my bro a letter nx 2 the milk & cookies and im saving it so nx yr il compare the 2.
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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. -- e.e. cummings
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| Faith in Humanity Project '08 Current Score: 311 / 365 |
Thanks for the kind words and the watch, dude.
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The finest line of poetry ever produced in the last or any other century was uttered in November of 1969, when Saint Morrison said, "Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer."
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yea life sux deal with it!
"...Thou art Dog wanted by Harry..." 1st Opinions Chapter 2 Verse 3
Ashes to ashes
Gas cans and matches xD
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PUT THAT IN UR ADRESS BAR AND SUK IT!
it's amazing.
congrats on a well deserved DD, i definitely can't wait for more from you.
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clubs: Ex-po-zure, norwegianART, ClubNorway, Death-Chicks, TaintedArt.
"I think I am, therefore, I am. I think."
Thank you. Although, to be honest, I'd rather my stuff didn't get compared to his.
Thanks again for the kind words.
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The finest line of poetry ever produced in the last or any other century was uttered in November of 1969, when Saint Morrison said, "Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer."
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clubs: Ex-po-zure, norwegianART, ClubNorway, Death-Chicks, TaintedArt.
"I think I am, therefore, I am. I think."
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