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Lovely little photo of me being rebellious....


"are you hungry?
are you sick?
are you begging for a break?

are you sweet?
are you fresh?
are you strung up by the wrists?

we want the young blood

are you fracturing?
are you torn at the seams?
would you do anything?
flea-bitten? motheaten?

we suck young blood
we suck young blood"


I believe that today will consist of drowning myself in music, smoking entirely too many cigarettes, and trying desperately to vomit my emotions onto a canvas (this is my overly dramatic term for "painting"). I woke up at 4:30 am, and I couldn't go back to sleep. That makes for about 4 hours of sleep last night, four hours which were so frequently interrupted by some of the craziest dreams I have ever fucking had. I don't know if you would call them nightmares or just plain insanity. I can't even begin to describe them, anyway if I did you would all think I was off my fucking rocker...(however this may not be terribly far from the truth)... But anyway I'm done bitching about it, because I figure its a pretty good recipie for a day of maniacal painting adventures. I need to be surounded by creativity today. I'm feeling a bit under stimulated.

Picture of this fall in my studio. Pondering what to paint. (god how I miss that place.)