"Brevity is the soul of wit."I feel the urge to clean out my gallery, poetry and all, yet the fact that they all mean so much to me keeps tugging at my stomach. I've gotten some awfully lovely comments throughout my time at deviantART, albeit few. Still, they mean the world to me, and I'm so gracious that these individuals have taken the time to stop in their lives and read what I have written, where they could very well move on the next, better poem and leave mine behind in the dust, to thrive off of low self-esteem and longer coffee breaks.
So, to those people: the poetry, photos, drawings, and especially I, thank you. With hearts. Plenty of hearts.
Anyway, back onto topic.
Perhaps I'll get rid of a select few, just to tidy it up. Hm, but, no. No! Gah. I have to stop fighting with myself. Whatever. I'll just leave it. I think. Maybe not. We'll see.
Sigh.
On another topic, I'm trying to earn cash to pay off my massive library debt and to purchase art supplies. Also, I need high-top chucks, a few sweaters, blahblahblah. I had a job for two days, babysitting, but then the mother moved to another store with altered hours. No longer do they need me.
I'll be searching for another babysitting job, and working off and on at Home Outfitters, I guess. These are the times when I wish I was as talented as other artists who can just sell their artwork. But then again, they've also been drawing or whatever their medium is for a longer time than I.
Oh, yes. I bought Copic markers. I don't have many, considering the fact that they are eight dollars a piece at my favourite art store - Wallacks. There's really only one other art store here, and it's Michael's. As most people know, I fucking hate Michael's. It's a pompous bitch of an art store.
So, I have a colourless blender and thirteen markers. Not many shades at all. Actually, no shades. Just random colours. This is why I need more money.
Support a starving artist.
and nowai, you play wow too. Whereabouts?
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Preventing trench digging due to knuckle-dragging tendencies, since 1990.
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if you like my art , check my stock out [link]
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"We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
We ran to the sound of thunder.
We danced among the lightning bolts,
And tore the world asunder." - Unknown.
"Humor in all things." - Personal Motto
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and i will smile, and laugh and choke
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And then it was like.. yeah.
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and i will smile, and laugh and choke
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