I wish I could create beautiful things...but I'm so drawn to demented jumble jargon. I wish I could paint a beautiful half naked angel for everyone to admire and want to take to bed...but I don't think I can take that route.

Sometimes I feel like I should just try to draw a peice of baloney and fake it onto a sandwich. Or maybe just make a fake sandwich out of tissue paper. Make a fake sloppy joe sandwich tissue paper construction, so if someone was meant to scorn me by wiping their ass with it...it would make the work look better.

I like that I can burn holes in my art...and tear it up...feed it to hungry children...wipe up puppy piss puddles with it...and it makes it look better.

I like that grotesque appeal.

Maybe that is a good thing.

Maybe there are people out there that would still like to take it to bed.

HahahahAHAHAHahaha.

I still enjoy art.

Do you like art? Do you like to draw...sketch...or doodle? Do you like to draw pictures of chubby faced teddy bears wearing human hats? How about cartoon ducks?

Have you ever tried that art school thing they used to babble about on the tv. I did when I was a teenager...and after I finished the art test...I threw it in the trash and murdered my first born son.

I decided the only way to get rich was to stash my cash in a mayonaisse jar...with the mayo still in it. If the house burned down...it would preserve the money to an extent. If someone ransacked the house...they would never steal it...unless they wanted to be a douche and dickstick the mayonaisse jar...kind of like someone sticking your toothbrush up their ass...just to be treacherous. They might double climax when they realise greasy willy is bumping up against my stashed cash.

Terrible scenario. I have to start digging holes in the yard again.

See you all later.