The psychodynamics of Zoe and Mishenka:

(or, How the Scorpion Separated the Fused Fishes)

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This could be completed later if I felt like explaining it all in a non-creepy way.

Anyways, there's a connection between Zoe and Eve, one physical mother, the second a 'maternal' mother.

EMPATHY, IT SHALL KILL THEE.

And the first one meets this guy at a train station. He's unamused, completely uninterested in what she has to say. Curious thing that she is, she pokes and prods at him until he gives in a bit.

Fuck this I am going to go livestream for a bit. I'm feeling full.

Stupidity of it All

HA! So I have returned to you, Mr Blog. No one reads you anymore as it is, your art production has ceased. Everything's topsy-turvy.

The other day, there was a white bird, sparrow sized, it was gliding over the floor. I'd like to know what it means. Black birds (the rooks) are the only.

My psych has thrown different medications at me. Ris, Lamictal, Welbutrin, Xanax was given for the plane ride overseas. These all are to make me stable. To make all of these swings and things disappear and allow me to function better? Okay, the moods disappear but the other things that go with will disappear as well. You know who.

I want to feel like one person. ONE. Not 804.

Who fucking cares.

Ho ho, look here.

As the days wind down into 4 for my first international plane travel, the nerves and anxieties, the excitement and uncertainty of how to try and not embarrass the shit out of myself is kicking in.

From the artistic viewpoint, I'm giddy over seeing London and Bucharest's architecture. Two cities with far more history and culture to them - what, in America how far are we? I can't take a stroll down into Cleveland and find the buildings that are needed to inspire more artwork. Hell, I can't stroll down there anyways out of fear of being shot up.

When I get back from this trip, I feel the art will have kicked up more.

Right now I don't feel much inspiration. I haven't for months. It's disconcerting.

Greetings

Greetings, 15 blog followers:

I have nothing. My arm is healed but my hand burns. I've hit a rough patch in life. Nothing's producing. I'm keeping myself distracted to keep myself sane. But I'm still here (unfortunately for you aha)

It's been a bit, since I have nothing to show here. It's alright because nothing itself has come out :( I don't know, maybe they're still experiencing life and haven't collected their thoughts yet.

Okay

I'm being forced into a break again as the ol' arm is doing that thing again. So here's a mish-mosh.

DEAR BLOG:

CAPS. CAPS IS THE WAY TO GO AT THE MOMENT.
Not anymore. I have sketches, they're just my regular old boring sketches, I wish I could get rid of Mishenka but he's the only one sending things out to me (hint hint, little buddies).

But I can't post them now because they're not done.