Once again, I have uncovered DA from the ever stacking pile of crap that surrounds me. How long will I manage to hold on this time before it once again gets swept under the tides of inconsistently looping fads. That I'm afraid I don't know the answer to... but I will have my explorers hat at the ready should I feel the need to dive back in and rediscover it.

Damn, I'm in a poetic mood. Funny considering I'm going through the biggest creative block ever. I can't seem to get what I think, see and desire onto a format viewable by others. Once again, freedom of expression is laughing at me on a pedestal while I struggle and jump to grasp hold of even the thinest hair on her body. Friggen creation deities think they can forever elude me. Where's a superhero to save me from the clutches of the lifeless skeletal hands that bind me in the blindness of the creator's ocean when you need one. Cause if there's one out there I've been pretty much yelling myself hoarse down here!

But enough of that, provided I'm able to once again do that art thing people do where the express themselves on paper, I plan to actually put something worthwhile on my page. But you know how plans usually turn out... Well, I could always write more poetry I suppose.


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Un-art relatedly, I'm excited to move and start my new school year. I plan to embrace the freedom of responsibly tightly this coming year and make something productive out of it. If I embrace it hard enough it'll eventually have to bear the fruits of my labour and then you'll be seeing a bunch of my productive babies running around knocking into things. When I'm through with it you'll probably be seeing my giving away my love children at street corners like a big store blow-out sale.

You can probably already tell from this entry that it is fairly late at night... or very early in the morning... and I'm kinda tired and a little slaphappy. Your also probably noticing that this may be either incoherent or bizarre and you may not understand half of it either. But that's OK! Cause I'm not quite sure I do either... hahahah. Yup, I'm definitely slaphappy. I think I'll save you all and go to sleep now... or read more Harry Potter.


Oh, by the way, confused lamb sweat tastes pretty tart but strangely sweet at the same time... not nearly comparable to lemons of course.