"Carnivorous Jesus... I need your blood."

Rain spills from the cold, grey sky and I am awakened by a case of the stress lung [i.e. lungs tighten, scary coughing ensues, usually resulting in loss of voice]. My room, pitch black, dances with the colors of my wandering mind, but I wouldn't want to take anything for granted.


All this means is my artistic endeavors have increased in productivity. I've finished two collages in a small sketchbook, and have begun drawing with old black mascara (similar to my attempts at drawing with old black nail polish). They only take me about 20 seconds and the texture is amazing.


I seek pleasure in the little things 'cause that's what really matters. That's what gives life it's color. Amused by a cup of tea, the bloom now floats in a vase on my window sill.


Let the colors inspire you.