Um, so as you can see I barely get on this account anymore. One day this summer I will upload all my art from the past. . . however, many months. So, until then. . . toodles.

I also did a clay project last year.
I might upload it, if I ever get around to taking a picture of it.
Uploaded a new picture.
Can't wait till next year.

my manips...i don't like any of them. when? i don't know, but soon. so whatever.

I actually drew today! Haven't done that for what...three months? I'll upload it later, because I am not sure if I want to do the background or not. Working on a painting in art class...it sucks and it's due on monday...and I don't even know what I am drawing yet...so that's wonderful. It's hot and I'm tired of school and people on the bus touching me...I feel too meh today.

Today, I watched as a bomb blew up in my face. A flash of light too quick to catch with my bony fingers. Ash fell from the sky like black rain, blanketing everything in despair. Someone shouted, hitting, stabbing pain in my stomach. My vision blurring, as a man touched me. The birds sang no more as a sign of fear from the man. Scarlet fever as a child had never known such blood. Pulling the shards from my flesh, I was lifted into the clouds. Too weak to move, just barely audible voices cutting my tissue. Light shining on me from a metal beast. Cold, bright eyes operating on my soul. Hard hands felt for a pulse, I no longer had. Hot air balloons took the lost on a journey of lies, while the swirling noises around me tried to communicate with my brain. I opened my mouth prepared to speak, but the words never quite made it. A shadow stepped out, saying something to a man in white. Pulsing veins of color strained in and out of the light, as if to warn me. It was becoming harder to breathe. I was thrown against a wall of liquid light as I seeped through and hypnotized by the sedatives evading my systems...I felt no pain, only my numb body subsiding into hollow holes of black paint suffocating the air around me. My fingertips were pricking through the heart of the flame as I felt needles thrust into me. A sudden thrill of vomit purged from my mouth; and yet, I could breathe once more, I realized as I was moving again. A darker room, quieter, humming and beeping monsters filling the atmospheric pressure...beating into my ears. Burning the hints of hope into oblivion. Slivering tubes covered my skin...feeding off the fluids of life. The man came in to see me. He stared into my abyss irises and said, "You're going to be okay." And the beasts dissolved into the background as I heard myself say, "Just one more time. I promise."


I don't suppose this could somehow make it into my book...cept the man would have to magically morph into a woman. How very odd, but truly what defines odd now days? I'll tell you what an albino black sheep, that's what. Enjoy the hot air balloons, you'll be riding them soon...