crashtest2012

That night I sat staring out at the city thinking about what she had told me. The darkness enveloping me, drowning out the myriad of facial expressions that came as I stumbled upon several different hypothesis. Her meaning was not profound but it brought with it so many variables to contemplate. Perched high above the city streets away from the madness stewing in the dark alleyways. Watching the lights from the swarming lines of the cities lifeblood pulse I became distracted wondering what attraction such unrestricted anarchy held for me. It dawned on me as I noticed a metermaid in the planetarium parking lot stalking the past due vehicles

--Life imitates art, art depicts life. Never allow life to become stale or the picture will always be grey.-- JB

uhm.....radda radda? Yes this is intended to give you a shard of a fractured mind. I'm supposed to talk about my life here.... Or a story.... or my artistic endeavors.... I don't care for this idea too much anymore. Instead a peak into subtlety.... maybe try and associate the simplistic thoughts with such radical actions. What the hell am I babbling about? Stupidity, brilliance, mediocrity all these titles are given in an instant from just a few simplistic thoughts. Let's take a simple matter as art (hahahah that's a joke everyone don't kill me) The first stroke often enough is not the first thought. It carries with it a slew(love it) of idea