I smell like B.O.
The snake and the flower.
One for luck.
One for power.
One of four illustrations completed as a part of my senior show at Memphis College of Art. Prints soon to come.
I want to be again… interact, connect, blab, bore, annoy, communicate, entertain, exist, be.
I’m on the edge. barely balanced. not quite myself… but so close.
exhausted. getting there.
I’ll be back soon I hope.
after I finally feel grounded again.
this is a good time. a scary time. a good thing. exciting and terrifying and I’m doing it… 13 days and counting.
I’m freaking the fuck out.
fist thing I’ve eaten since the muffin I had for breakfast before the dentist. cheese, obviously. (and beer).
Soooo turns out I’m immune to anaesthetic… 30 mins of 16 shots with 3 different types later I just told the dentist to fuck it and drill the damn tooth anyway.
I felt every. goddamn. thing.
bye bye nasty European-styles silver fillings… I’m upgrading to pretty white ones.