Hey fellow deviants, whats been going on? Me? Blah… I don’t really know what Ive been doing the past couple weeks. Mostly just waking up and getting drunk. I got a few commission jobs, however instead of being happy I find myself more depressed. ahah I wont deny that Im a self centered person. The outside world is hard for me to acclimate myself to. Im not a people person. Fuck Im better with objects than I am with people. I have a bunch of comments I should reply to but instead I find myself going back to my inanimate world. Objects are simple, and to me and my perception I know what they want. If it involves visualization and my hands, I seem to exceed expectations fast. Jobs, I rise quickly threw positions but quickly get feed up with all the BS. How come the more you get paid the less work you do? Sounds crazy but I like the hard work, where I can do something on my own and not have to worry about others. My muscles get tired, dirt gets between my fingers, and wiping sweat from my eyes. I started framing houses knowing nothing, Two months later I had three guys under me because I knew what I was doing so well. All Im doing is making sure others stay on task. Blah. Its not long before I quit and tell my bosses to fuck off. Any more Im considered unreliable at best.

Most likely its me getting all paranoid, but nothing seems simple anymore. Speaking of comments… Im horrible at it if you couldn’t tell. Most of the time I fav and don’t leave a comment. Art is intangible and its hard for me to come up with words to describe what I would like to. About the only time I respond directly after reading a comment is if I get a good laugh, or im just plain hammered and blabber. I apologize to you writers out there, the task of reading something deep is impossible in my diluted states. Anymore its hard to find a sober moment.

I love looking at all your deviations, and believe me, if your on my list, I look, but rarely will I comment. I enjoy reading journals and wish to comment more, but mostly im an apathetic fuck. A loner. Art to me is self discovery, the only guiding light you should need is yourself and your passions. All my drawings are just distortions of myself. The best way to express my self loathing. So when it comes to trying to do something for others its hard for me. I get sick and rude when others try to impress an idea of theirs into mine. Most times Ill make it a point to do something else entirely, even if I intended to do it in the first place. Im a stubborn ass. Most times I find myself taking the long road… the solitary road. Where I can hear the sound of objects. Away from the masses. People are almost always playing a game… Im sure Im not exempt from that statement either. I don’t really know what Im ranting about so Ill wrap it up. Most likely Ill be around a lot less and commenting even fewer, but Im going to do my best to try to open up instead of close down…