If I were a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch's The Scream.
I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of the world. I hold my head and let loose the primal terror of my innermost fears, surrounded by a lurid landscape which reflects my feeble grasp on reality.
Which work of art would you be? The Art Test
December 5th, 2001
I am a Blue Moai in a Carpark.
My dilute pastiche of frozen dreams eats the reinforced hydrogen of time. Apple garages rake blind oil through my excitable architecture. I bring loose mechanisms to the windy sandstone.
Why the right kangaroo? The Utterly Surreal Test
let the good come with the bad and so the bad with the good
let a serpaints toung sting my eyes, make me blind
it strikes my heart and allows me to see
let the blood that runs through my veigns
carry the pain that you allow no others to see
why is it that we feel this for eachother
we know eachother not , yet very well
give me what i am to have without regret
open your heart and let me see the deamons you keep inside
i will open mine to you in the same fasion
our deamons can dance and play and laugh togeather
as we entertwine our bodies and our souls
we will continue to shroude ourselves
even though we know we should not
for the fear of hurt is far too great
maybe to great to overcome this time around
"i've known her my whole life. it hasn't hit me yet. she's like my second mother. was..." --luke
"she was a neighborhood mother, not just the mother of a neighbor" --annie
"she's everywhere. everywhere i look, i see her." --alex
I have an automatic jeep! is that ok with everyone? well if its not too damn bad! i'm tired of everyone ragging on me about it. if you are so shallow you actually care and judge people by what kind of car they drive then please don't even talk to me. thank you.