The sun peeks angrily through the window, coating everything in a layer of silver, stirring motes. A rap song comes on the television, and creaking, puppet-like, Anna reaches for the remote and changes it. She exhales and I think I see dust. I somehow manage to move my joints, ankle, knee, wrist, elbow, and walk to the window. I grasp the dark blue sheet, still on the sill from our last nineteen-hour cartoon marathon, and reach for the corners of the window with it. Each pin I place paints the room black. Anna sighs with contentment, easing into her comforter. I shamble back over to the bed and collapse. She hands me my energy drink, and hol
tired of this lame contrition,
this old condition,
this inflated self-important story -
girl loves boy loves some other girl.
I'm the exception to the rule;
the reason that I'm not enough
is that the crater she left in you
won't be filled by anyone.
the reason that you're not enough
is that exact same hole in you
that you don't have the strength to fill yourself.
imagine that our indian summer lasted -
imagine that out of the cold, there was light -
imagine that for some reason you came around,
and saw me waiting for you at the turnstile,
and you're actually happy to see me.
but instead you're the one rotting in my dreams,
Sooo, since my gaming laptop has been rendered completely useless for that purpose, I've wiped it again and put my tablet on it and am currently downloading [what I hope to be] Photoshop. Sooo, if all goes according to plan, amg digital drawing again after like... two years.
Also, don't forget.
So I was digging through these mountains of boxes and I found my video game bin. Browsing through there I happened upon Star Ocean:TOT and decided to play it again. After a few enjoyable hours I eventually got bored [of starting all over because I can't find my memory cards] and came to DA and went browsing SO fanart.
Typing in 'Albel' yielded interesting results. [Aside from MASSIVE amounts of purple]
There, third on the left of the most popular 'albel' deviations, is a little sketch of mine from god knows how long ago.
And it's /awful/.
It's not even funny like I used to think.
But I got a good laugh out of it regardless and logged int
Sooo. Well shoot. Not much to say really, I'm lazy and don't update! But with the way things are, I'm gonna have to get back to it.
And as the title says, I'm planning on opening commissions. Traditional pencil sketches, drawings 5-1o$, inks 1o-15$, marker colour 15-2o$. All prices negotiable and subject to change depending on content and complexity. Send me a note and we can iron out some details!
Until I find some RAM and Photoshop, I'm afraid digital works will be unavailable.