I hate this. This feeling. This enigma, eating; consuming me.
I need this. This burn. This ache in my side.
I want this. This emotion. This longing, the desire to continue onward.
I can't stand this. This life. This simple, complex existence; this being.
I must have this. This stabbing. This irate situation; breaking me down.
This confusing story. Of life, of death. Of love, of hate. Of us, of them.
I don't care about this. This nothing. This thing of absolute emptiness.
This devil. This demon Tempting me to continue onward.
This sadness. This anger burning me, killing me. Begging me to try.
I forget about this. This ag
If WHY were a where, a who, a care, if WHY were a thing, a cause, or a there. If WHY was far off, and over the sea, WHY would be where it needed to be. If WHY was close, near and so clear, why would be here. If WHY was smart and sharp like a dart, if WHY was tall, or short, or small, WHY would be perfect, above all. If WHY was noble, a call to arms, if WHY was unjust, cruel; a fuss, WHY would be the cause for me.
WHY compels, attracts, repels. WHY subtracts, adds, too many to tell. If WHY was shiny, expensive and posh, if WHY was cheap, old and stained, WHY would grant anyone glee.
For what if not WHY do we all have? A house, a home, a bed
Lunacy, say I, lunacy. The songs of morrows eve do not echo to bring arise my sprightliness. These garish words exchanged are harrowing my spirit and dampening my soul. If this be the heaven I was preached, to the last, or be damned, I shall denounce thy intent and become not but a stigma upon thy gospels. I have become destruction in marrow, destroyer in form, and scourge to thy venture. To the final destiny I shall dare; the defiler of thy volition.
I hate this. This feeling. This enigma, eating; consuming me.
I need this. This burn. This ache in my side.
I want this. This emotion. This longing, the desire to continue onward.
I can't stand this. This life. This simple, complex existence; this being.
I must have this. This stabbing. This irate situation; breaking me down.
This confusing story. Of life, of death. Of love, of hate. Of us, of them.
I don't care about this. This nothing. This thing of absolute emptiness.
This devil. This demon Tempting me to continue onward.
This sadness. This anger burning me, killing me. Begging me to try.
I forget about this. This ag
Lunacy, say I, lunacy. The songs of morrows eve do not echo to bring arise my sprightliness. These garish words exchanged are harrowing my spirit and dampening my soul. If this be the heaven I was preached, to the last, or be damned, I shall denounce thy intent and become not but a stigma upon thy gospels. I have become destruction in marrow, destroyer in form, and scourge to thy venture. To the final destiny I shall dare; the defiler of thy volition.
Well, earlier this month I reached 1,000 unique pageviews, and seeing as I am a starkly goal oriented person, I found this most exciting. As a gift to all those who look at my work, I have this:
http://simmage.deviantart.com/art/The-Sun-Smells-Too-Loud-154067086
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. For those of you who are curious, my next pageview goal will be 2,500 or so. It's not a big deal since this time though. I'm HOPEFULLY going to start working on some digital art projects, just for fun sometime soon.
Well... that's it for me, you guys stay frosty and stay awesome. :)
Well well well, looks like I made it to 500 pageviews! In two months no less, that's pretty decent considering I don't put any amount of real effort into being a Deviant myself! I just like looking at all the pretty things you guys post! :typerhappy:
Thus far I've found that I'm doing a lot more photographs then digital art, which isn't a bad thing! I'm hoping to be doing some more in the future. I kind of like proving that even with a cheap-esque camera and little to no inspiration/motivation, a person can accomplish quite a bit.
So here's to my next goal, 1,000 unique pageviews! Hopefully by Q1 of 2010! :)
Stay frosty! :dance: