Looney Ballooney

Chili Flake

Working on a new monster. No, I don't base color. I like the spontaneity while choosing colors as the time comes. I also like the suspense. Say hi to Chili Flake. Hey, he already seems to like you!

Ant

There’s a red ant strolling around on my screen as I type. It was near the ‘T’ of There in the first sentence. Now it has probably crawled in to one on the built-in microphones. If I hear a sudden boom from the speakers of an unidentified language I should guess it’s the ant trying to communicate to the outside world. May be it’ll be one of those moments in the history of mankind when we discover that all other animals can also speak English but think that we’re too stupid to understand.

My imagination is going too wild now. I am thinking that this red ant (let’s call it Louis/Louisa with a pet name of Lou) is a revolutionary. Lou is one of those who has been following my use of the laptop to learn how to make use of it for the particular movement in this revolution.

But, I wonder what this revolution is about.

I've had a long running argument in my head about illustration vs. photography. One captures reality and the other captures imagination. Which one is needed more in the society? Shall we tell people what the reality is or delude them?

The problem with a human is that he thinks he is unique, different from every other human and is so full of himself  that he is ignorant of the fact that every other human can also think as much as he does and that every other human also has emotions as real as his own.

Androidius rejectius - a breed of extremely nice guys

Type is beautiful. They're tiny sculptures but only painted onto paper. Think black and white. The white paper with curvilinear strokes of a letter like O. How it sits so timid and calm but means to say a million things at the same time.

Igby goes down

For you I,

For you me,

For you everything,

Everything I could be.

All I can make,

All I can do,

All I can give,

Give everything to you.

Scanning the capabilities of being lazy.

Now that I have a scanner I should really get down to doing some real exciting stuff! 

I should draw!

Draw, you lazy fool, draw!

Memory Loss

My eyes burn a bit. I just took off eye makeup with a good safe eye-makeup remover which doesn't seem to be that safe. I'd like to sit with my eyes closed so that they hurt less. Well, it's not that much of a horrific makeup removing dysfunction so don't be alarmed.

I also have a bad attack of influenza. My nose is not runny yet but I know it's coming; the silence before the storm has already begun. Notice for yourself - are you feeling perfectly good? Well, that's the silence before the storm! Okay, I'm probably making my condition sound too good but if I could take a movie of myself now you would so totally see the runner in my nose just starting countdown (Or run down already! See! There it goes! Ack!)

I talk too much and I tend to forget that too often. Memory loss.

That's me!

Right now, I hate me.

Upon Feeling Worthless

A feeling of worthlessness takes over. It is like a change of personnel in a work shift. Waiting to take over at the precise moment so that there is no loss of time. But it is very gradual. Tough to point out where it has actually begun. Like a vignette, you can't tell exactly where the next hue begins.

It's like having visited a building and you say hello to the guard. You go upstairs and sleep off. When you wake and leave the building there is another guard instead. You can't really tell when they changed but at both points you know for sure that they are two different people.

I was happy and wanted to do a little chicken dance for it too just some time back. Hard to tell when exactly. May be an hour or so back. And now my face shows no hint of amusement. None at all. I feel worthless.

Feeling worthless is not good because you feel like you can't do anything anymore. You begin to feel helpless. And feeling helpless is not good.

freak the freaks.

i want to freak people out by cutting my hair really short again. but, the only bad side effect of that is that instead of leaving me alone they will want to bother me with mindless questions. they will try to prove that they are worried about me.

if i was in a world of normal people (now i am in the world of misfits) they would've actually freaked out and would've left me alone. how do you freak out freaky people. how do you repel such sort. how do you communicate to people that you are a freak and it is best for them to leave you alone?