Talking about dreams
I was fishing in a sinkhole with a fishing rod that didn't make much sense. It had an elastic quality to it and no matter how much I pulled, it kept stretching into a neverend. It didn't help that it was fluorescent orange in colour, and as I pulled at it for what seemed like an eternity, there came a fish attached to its hook. It was a big fish, almost five feet, and strangely it wasn't trying to wrench itself free.. It stayed stuck there, hook in its mouth, calmer than patience, just stayed still. It was alive, I could see its gills expand and contract, but the fish wasn't particularly eager to live.
It scared me so, I threw away the fishing rod, and the fish just lied there, staring in space. Its preservation instincts weren't having a field day.
It was creepy and sad and it woke me up, of course it was 7:00 am.
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Updates:
So I binge watched Mr. Robot. Loved how it felt like a cyber punk version of fight club. The whole series felt like I were watching it on a rusted computer screen..and that made it even better.
I've been listening to a lot of type O negative, and there's no reason for me not to.
--about short term disappearing acts--
I'll make sure to fill all voids with scrolls upon scrolls of digital papyrus, filled with readable hieroglyphics.
I've to update my tumblr, and get cracking on it really, maybe start writing a bit there. Not a lot, maybe something like tweets. I mean it stays vacant when I'm not drawing, and it makes me sad.
I was fishing in a sinkhole with a fishing rod that didn't make much sense. It had an elastic quality to it and no matter how much I pulled, it kept stretching into a neverend. It didn't help that it was fluorescent orange in colour, and as I pulled at it for what seemed like an eternity, there came a fish attached to its hook. It was a big fish, almost five feet, and strangely it wasn't trying to wrench itself free.. It stayed stuck there, hook in its mouth, calmer than patience, just stayed still. It was alive, I could see its gills expand and contract, but the fish wasn't particularly eager to live.
It scared me so, I threw away the fishing rod, and the fish just lied there, staring in space. Its preservation instincts weren't having a field day.
It was creepy and sad and it woke me up, of course it was 7:00 am.
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Updates:
So I binge watched Mr. Robot. Loved how it felt like a cyber punk version of fight club. The whole series felt like I were watching it on a rusted computer screen..and that made it even better.
I've been listening to a lot of type O negative, and there's no reason for me not to.
--about short term disappearing acts--
I'll make sure to fill all voids with scrolls upon scrolls of digital papyrus, filled with readable hieroglyphics.
I've to update my tumblr, and get cracking on it really, maybe start writing a bit there. Not a lot, maybe something like tweets. I mean it stays vacant when I'm not drawing, and it makes me sad.
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