Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Speaking in Tongues and Metaphors

Is art still art if it makes you feel furious?
disgusted? or just plain offended?
Perhaps it could make you feel depressed
and sad and maybe a little lonely.
I have always had a morbid fascination with the macabre. Stories. Paintings. Films. You name it. I've watched Faces of Death several times before I was 15. Read and listened to countless ghost stories and horror novels. I have even scoured Deviant Art and other sites like it for hours for twisted depictions of the most morbid art I could find.
Though, this is not to say I can't appreciate beauty as well. In fact I feel it allows me to appreciate it even more than I would otherwise.
In my opinion, art is meant to instill emotions into people regardless of what emotions those are, or how you may feel about those emotions. I like being scared. I like being disgusted. I like being happy. I like being sad (sometimes)...
I don't think people should shy away from certain emotions simply because they don't like them; as long as they don't be too excessive. Like all good things, you can easily have too much. So I challenge you to scare yourself. to disgust yourself. and to weep from whatever makes you sad.
...You'll feel better in the morning

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

My xbox just broke...


...I'm gonna make the best of it




Wednesday, October 01, 2008

out of patience and out of character

I'm seriously considering making a list. Not a list of hate or greed. A list of love and lust.
Love for life and friends and family. Lust for exhilaration and excitement and, perhaps, satisfaction - though I doubt anyone can ever be satisfied in these regards.
I want to push my intellect and imagination to the brink of insanity. Drive myself over the edge with an abundance of knowledge, experience and creativity.
Drown myself in things I've, until now, been deprived. Infatuation. Vulnerability. Criticism. Shed my narcissistic cloak and run naked through the fields of indulgence and redemption. May I be loved or hated remains to be seen.
Should I survive, I will share with you all my heart and soul.
My dream is to catch a glimpse. Of life. Of death. And the endless possibilities that each promise us.


Before I begin my list, I will need to obtain my means of travel. I'll need a passport.