KnightTym

I came here tonight to back my things up and disable my account. Instead, I'm going to try to find my art again.  This would be a good time to start, as I've already partied for the weekend and have two more days until I go back to work.  Hopefully I can find... something.... And I even have a scanner, actually. And we're doing some DnD campaigns soon; those always get me doodling. I hate the blue collar job that eats my life while providing the means of my survival. How pointless is it to go to school for art? The world could probably use more librarians and engineers, though, I suppose. Hey.  Today is the first day of the new year.

If you don't brush your teeth enough, you get cavities. If you don't nurture your creativity enough, you get cavities. Real Life. Real World These begin to encrouch on the magical realms of our imagination.  They tell us "No.  Cannot.  Impossible.  Stupid.  Lame.  Not good enough." Sometimes when I drink, or when I start to go a little mad, I become unhinged and paint, or write. I have an art project I'm working on.  Shawn took my lapboard and replaced it with one that is uneven and has stuff (ash?) on it.  I haven't worked on it since.  I will have to clean it off or something.  I will have to overcome the tiny towering obstacles of

I can feel the wings wriggling beneath this skin No, this doesn't suit me at all. It doesn't suit me to feel watched when I get out my crayons It does not suit me to be confined to the corner           It does not suit me to be interupted when I'm trying to write Oh fuck it...