gatorment

rabbit shade

birdysfunction

I am a fool.

nodogsgotoheaven

I feel like im holding my breath, looking down from a great height.. Waiting for the count of three..

1..

2..

postlove

You used to love me. Remember?

one of two minus one

kitsch

staverice

Shityeah

Deathembrace

Skaterat

I found a mummified rat a few months ago​, drew it in my sketchbook and posted the drawing here. I really liked it, so I decided to re-draw it on a skateboard. Boy, I love a good mummified rat.

squarea

stopit

Particles of black

It's a brand new day and the birds are chirping.

Aprillness

death is coming for all those I love. I love myself not, thus I live forever.

skaterror

I used to skateboard a lot when I was younger. Now, even the idea of skating makes me tired. Here's some art.

glass medallions

I've done some relief carvings into graphite recently, for which to pour molten glass into. Hey neato.

Channeling

It's mardi gras in new orleans. I have not finished a painting in a while, and though I'm not happy with it, I hung this piece yesterday in the bywater.

Emptyrant

I'm really lonely. Nothing new but the sting of it gets sharper every day. I don't know what to do. My feelings rule over me like a despot. It's become mundane, my daily ache of despair. It's my morning coffee, anger and sadness circling in a cup of "why do I persist?"

I don't have an answer. I don't know why I'm still alive. Sure, I'm afraid of death, but I don't see myself being able to live much longer with this pain for nothing but more pain. Boo hoo. Poor me. Fuck. It's twisted, feeling shame for feeling so awful. It's a demon chasing another demon in a circle..

I'm glad I have you, internet, to talk to. Ha. My one place I feel safe to talk is the one place it matters least.

You can't trust people, practically​ everyone is a sociopath these days. Nobody gives a shit. If I try to go outside the safety of my tower I'm never not disappointed.. men just want to browbeat or pound thier chest like fucking apes. And women mess with me because they can, it's a game to pass boredom..

I'm alone in this tower I cannot recall building, but I know I must have.. and the tower is poison, toxic.. the longer I'm inside, the less I'll be able to relate to those outside the walls. Another demon chasing demons. A feedback loop of angsty, bad writing.
Ha.

I drew a thing.