I’m an artist. I’ve never been any good at drawing or painting, but believe me when I say, “art is the only thing I seem to be able to do in this life without fucking up!”
I play guitar (I don’t care how many strings it has) I read lots of books, I sit and think for days on end, sometimes about absolutely nothing, and I write a lot of words down, whether it be on paper with pen, or on hard drive with fingers - its all the same really, they’ll all be lost in a freak accident, one day - (such is a life contaminated from the knowledge of a definite mathematical association between the probability of something bad happening, based on previous knowledge of frequency, the level at which something bad becomes too bad for my sense of humour to deal with)
the reason I’m here is because I use my copy of Photoshop like a highly successful musician earning millions uses cocaine. and all my friends seem to be busy twisting their way round the remains of their own monumental neurosis… too busy to adequately share my continuing state of delight and sheer happiness of my discovery of lost minds and strange bipedal mammalian fashion victims seeking out others with whom they consider to be, like themselves, well rounded and square of pocket - that is the world of Photoshop in Stunty’s mind today.
it was months a go now - I can’t even be bothered attempting to recall any memory what-soever, never mind a ‘specific’ memory.
It’s a strange idea, becoming emotionally attached to a steady current of electrons, powered by nothing more than the miracle of photosis and a guarantee of being the first to ever know which way was the shortest route - and keeping count on their way too.
I think its going to be a relief when I finally get a chance to talk to another human being who I consider to be, like myself, well rounded and square of pocket.
I’m sure it will be a pleasure to make your acquaintances as we meet on the intersecting roads we all tread through time.
oh, and if your wondering why I choose a question mark for a message icon - don’t worry, the questions marks for me.