Sometimes (mostly, really) it doesn’t mean anything.
When there’s a bit of paint left over and you know how
expensive it is and you happen to have these two mini canvases that you got for
your birthday, sometimes a little glimmer of gold happens. And sometimes it’s just some bullshit you
never got around to painting over. This
is an example of the latter:
[WHOA that came out weird! It looks like I made them out of yarn. I didn't]
You’d be forgiven for thinking I was trying for some kind
of sophomoric poetry with these, but I assure you I was just fucking
about. And all you’ll learn from these
is that I know dick all about anatomy.
More fucking about:
This is my piece-of-shit $200 smacktop (on which I am
currently writing). I had just watched
Dexter or something and thought it would be fun if my ‘puter looked like it was
stolen from a murder scene. Apparently it’s pretty convincing IRL because
Frankenspouse asked me if I’d had a nose bleed.
There are also bloody fingerprints on the keyboard (on the keys that
spell out ‘You’re a cunt’ but you can’t tell because Soc is a fraud).
downinahole
No comments:
Post a Comment