RANDOM STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
There's something beautiful about the way life works. Deep inside...we artists are always slightly heartbroken. Is it just me or is everyone else crazy? Where are my fundamentals anymore? Post-post-post-modernism isn't as fun as it once was. No I in WE except after we make other people go crazy. Thoughts keep going like a circle...and it's the mind that needs to die. Life seems to be one big ball of fluff that rearranges itself into shapes, forms, and then kinda reverts back to fluff.
The animations of smiley's right now kinda remind me of the range of human expressions...but underneath that, we're all the same. Small circles underneath a universal blog that's continuously rolling, feeing back to us, and feeding us with invisible spurts of imaginations...