I give everyone
the space they need.
—
There’s hardly
any room left for me.
I’m always here for you
BUT
I wont give you instant gratification
Living is trying
to stall
the inevitable
Nameless artist makes ‘Untitled,’
feels very entitled
Procrastination is part of the process
I used to have visions –
now I’m just disillusioned.
Disappearing in mediocrity
Commercial, shmommercial.
OH MY BLOG !
I feel all
LOVEY DOVEY —
but I’m pretty sure the art world doesn’t care .
While I was
SCRUBBING MY APARTMENT
I realized I was
TRYING TO CLEANSE MY SOUL
My body of work is getting pretty obese .
I keep POSTPONING my vacation
while
I wait for a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN .
I might also settle for a HEART ATTACK .
Always connected, never in touch.
I am married to success —
and failure is my mistress .
WHEN YOU TOOK OFF
your glasses
I WAS FOREVER LOST
in your eyes .
THE CELEBRITY NO ONE KNOWS
I do realize that
I’M NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE —
but I still like to think that
I’M PRETTY CLOSE .
I’d LOVE TO TAKE YOU OUT
but I CAN’T AFFORD to buy DINNER .
My single most important goal in life
is to WASTE YOUR TIME .
I’m trying to decide whether I should
SELL A KIDNEY or BECOME A GIGOLO .
I’d rather write LOVE LETTERS
than SAD POEMS .
If it helps,
you can
think of me as
YOUR
REGULAR
RUN OF THE MILL
ASS HOLE
MACHO .
I never grew
to RESENT you —
but I hate that
you’ve RUINED me
for anybody else .
I have
NOTHING TO SAY .
I might be DAMAGED GOODS
but I was DAMAGED GOOD .
A
PROFOUND LONGING
for
OVERWHELMING MELANCHOLY
I KEEP MY HANDS CLEAN
because my mind is filthy .
PLEASE IGNORE ME
because I tend to
get my hopes up
when you don’t .
I wish
I was more
like my
PUBLIC PERSONA .
IMPRISONED BY MORALITY
Always RUNNING away from an
INEXISTENT PERSONAL LIFE .
All the BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
mean NOTHING
in the ABSENCE OF LOVE .
There are days when I’m afraid that
PEOPLE ONLY LIKE ME FOR MY WORK —
but then I remind myself that
I AM MY WORK AND MY WORK IS ME .
Why are
THE BRIGHT HEIGHTS OF UTTER HAPPINESS
so close to
THE DARK ABYSS OF DEPRESSION
?
I am CONSTANTLY TORMENTED
by the FEAR TO DISAPPOINT.
It was as BEAUTIFUL
as it was SCARRING
[ insert YOUTUBE link
that really expresses MY FEELINGS ]
Self-proclaimed
KING OF SELF-PROCLAMATION
Every now and then,
I’d rather TOUCH
than retouch.
Maybe I really miss YOU ─
but it’s much more likely
that I miss THE THINGS YOU DID .
Excuse my STARING —
I am STUPEFIED
by your BEAUTY .
Just tryin’ to
STAY ALOOF.
OBSCURE REFERENCE.
I’ve never been
what I am.
I’ve learned from my mistakes
to make more.
Highbrow, lowbrow,
— unibrow!
This entry is intentionally left blank.
I still like to pretend
that you care.
There is a simple solution
to every problem:
Run away!
When I am with YOU
I understand
what it’s like for HER
to be with ME.
Sometimes my posts aren’t very good.
How do you mourn
the loss of something
that never was?
If anyone knows
what I’m doing,
please tell me.
SELF involvement
SELF absorption
SELF portrait
SELF image
SELF analysis
SELF doubt
SELF pity
SELF hate
SELF destruction
I’m an expert
at making things end
before they even start.
The key to the sentence
“2007 was a good year.”
is the past tense.
I really want to live a fulfilled life,
but I don’t know what to fill it with
to make it full.
Life is but a series of distractions
from the fact that we are dying.
Because it is humanly impossible
to do everything,
I decided to do nothing.
While dreaming up different lives
I fail to live my own.
Pancakes and Porn.
(Two words that start with the letter P)
Ars gratia artis — a noble sentiment.
But it feels a lot like masturbation.
If I was able to follow my own advice
I probably wouldn’t be half as miserable.
Art imitates life,
life limits art.
I am sick and tired of skulls.
I like making art better
than reading about it.
I have a vernacular disease.
I keep practicing my bedroom eyes —
just in case hell should freeze over.
I am more afraid of failure
than of death and disease.
I wanted to make a really epic painting —
but all I came up with is this sentence.
Why blog when all your readers are on Facebook anyway ?
