Ok, I’m really starting to dislike this whole thing. What I mean is that this site, what I thought it was for, was to post your art work so that people could look at it and give you there own critique. So far no one has said a single thing that has helped me in anyway at all with my art work. Really as much as anyone here would hate to hear, let alone admit but this site is just the visual arts version of myspace.

I want it all to end
I want the world to end
I want it to explode
I want it to implode
I want it to spin
To twirl so fast
That the gravity has no meaning any more
So that we all go flying
In the direction were haven is said to be
And we will reach the end
The floor of heaven
And be met with only the coldest
The blackest of black
That death would seem so much warmer
Thorn, we will thrust back
Back to earth
Back to want we call home only to be mislead,
Against our own wills
Into hell into the ever lasting firer
That will burn so deep that space seems more comfortable now
We are never happy.

If down was up and up was down,
It would still be high and low
Far is so close I could trip over it
But I could walk forever and never reach it.
I never thought of running,

and now i type,
i thought that this monment would be so much
more hateful thanm it really is i know that you may not be here now
my so very loving freinds
but please understand
i am with some of the best people
with i gril i love a little more than ploitonicly
and i man that i am having strange images for
but i love them both
as much as i love you my freind
but now i see that intoxicatio is what i always thought it wouldnt be and so i
would miss you this moment
but in teuth you dont exzits to me right now
except in this some what of a poem to you.

What gets people going and keeps them in shopping frenzy for weeks and weeks before Christmas? Is it the love for their loved ones that it can only be shown by buying presents? Is it the overwhelming fact that this holiday is that of the world’s savior’s birth, that everyone shows their appreciation by spending so much time, and effort, and money on everyone else? Is it the feeling you get when your loved ones open your gift to them? Or is it a combination of all these things?
Two weeks from Christmas, and the world was a hustle and bustle. Crowds pounded away at the cash registers at the mica called ‘the mall’. Voices a roar in the cramped stores as people squeezing through one another to grab whatever toy or object the TV said everyone should have. The people in this surging crowd held these things highly above all other things and would rip each other to piece to get a hold on these highly televised items.
In the windows of a store five different screens flashed different gifts. A small-confused crowd gazed into the screens, hoping to find the answer for a gift idea. Then the screens shut off, the small crowd gasped. Then the entire mall shut down. There was no power so that meant no cash register, which meant no buying. Shopping was over. So the people left the temple in its darkness and searched for a new place to shop. But all over town the power was gone. The power had gone out at the radio station. All that came through to the people’s car was a soft hiss of static. An eerie feeling come over everyone as they went home. Power was out for the whole town. There was no way to buy gifts. Christmas had left with the power.
The people of this town were scared at first but soon became use to the powers absence. Even though the people were use to the power being gone and now no one had to work the people still hated this, because now Christmas was gone and everyone had nothing to do. It was all so overwhelmingly boring.
After a few days of this over whelming boredom children found a new fun in getting up and playing and running around outside, playing games. And soon after the adults followed, and saw that Christmas wasn’t over yet. They could make presents, and so they did. This seemed like it would take all the way up until Christmas to get done, but they found them selves finished with in the span of a day.
But Christmas was still a little more than a week away. How would they pass they time until then? So the people fixed their houses, their cars anything that needed work to be done they did it. And for the first time the people found them selves satisfied with their work. But still this only took half the day to do. And Christmas wasn’t any closer. So again the people needed some thing to do. Then they found a part of town that wasn’t as cheerful. It was old and dirty in appearance. The humans that lived here couldn’t afford much. Christmas was always on vacation for them.
So the people came together and helped these unfortunate humans. Side by side the people and the humans worked together to fix the humans homes and make gift for their families. Giving them back a Christmas.
Then the power came back on Christmas and the people had gone shopping for two weeks. They left the humans homes unfinished. They had to catch up. And on Christmas Eve the children opened their gifts as the humans watched through the windows.

Really I don’t know how my life is lately. I have been better though but like a high I go through withdrawals. But you see something is off. When you get high it is your fault for the withdrawal. I could stay high forever if it wasn’t for someone I know (I will refer to this person as ‘it’) you see it keeps on bring me down like a mistake child brings an unwanting parent down. Except with the parent it is his or hers fault that they had there child. With it it’s not my fault it’s around. It just is. I wish I could not care about it, be indifferent about it, be numb to it but, I found my self feeling emotion for it. No not love just caring like friends care for each other.

How I wish to be insect.
Cold, black and emotionless,
Force to live life to its’ full enjoyment,
How I wish I could be the insect,
On the wall watching the angry comedy you live,
To laugh at you and your frustrations
See how pointless you are in day to day living,
How I would laugh,
Id be that buzzing in your head,
That would go away,
If you’d just stop thinking about it
The answer to your’ problems are so simple
If you would just,
Just,
Let go,
But your mind wont allow you to see
The idea is so simple so easy,
Yet the work of your head is so grand
then why do you lake the unwanted answer
How I wish,
How I wish
But to be an insect

but never the less i have to say im doing a hell of alot better