naked ninja
i wasn’t gonna put this up here but then somebody else did and i found it first so here i am posting it too :P PROPHETTTT *shakes fist at sky* hehe
I know! You found that NINJA wang fair and square.
Things that improve my dash: wang of person I admire and conversations regarding credit for discovery of.
I’ve been playing In The Aeroplane Over The Sea and Broken Bells all day, over and over. I’ve had parts of both for years and I finally went and sought out the complete albums and ohmysciencesowonderful. So many images in my head.
I kind of wonder if maybe I should approach art less like a drinking binge and more like exercise. Do a little everyday just to get my ideas on paper, hone my skills. I wonder if I should go back to Remainders while I’m at it. I have new ideas. Draw the whole thing, every story however the fuck I want and who cares if it’s porn or art. But I don’t know for sure what I want to be known for, you know?
I want to be a sex researcher. I want to be a character designer. I want to be an illustrator and draw amazing rock posters. I want to be a porn star. I want to bake and decorate the most amazing cakes. I want to be a scientist, a writer, I want to play cello again and sing, I want to know everything, I want to build things and know how machines work.
Unfortunately there’s only so much time and I’m going to be an accountant (which is something I’m good at but not passionate about…but anyway, last time I tried to follow my passion I ended up suffering from PTSD and in debt. Murr.) and while it’s good to have chosen one path I can only hope I have the energy to become more than my job.
Because most of the time I feel like I’ve been sloppily molded of lead and oatmeal and bound together with Ace wraps.
Even now, today. I have energy, but I can’t decide whether I should read (Bonk? Last 10 or so page of The History of Love? Various other borrowed books?) or go out or draw (Remainders? That Die Antwoord inspired illustration that’s been bopping around my head? Tackle some unfinished work?) or clean and there isn’t time for everything so I’m paralyzed and slowing losing all my get up n’ go again.
Mutual perving has resumed with crush, however crush is now seeing someone— albeit casually— and moving away for a summer job. Don’t really know what to do or how to act but I like talking to you so I guess I’ll just stick with that and mourn the fact that you’ll probably never feed me tonkatsu ramen and cuddle me while we watch Sayonara, Zetsubou Sensei. My personality and knowledge outweigh my lack of tits (we were talking about amateur porn but maybe I can assume that you like me just a little too, since amateur porn won’t exactly showcase my super attractive nerdiness.).
Mrr.
The Greater monkey-faced bat (Pteralopex flanneryi), in life. Painting by Peter Schouten, rendered from the holotype (Flannery & Schouten, 2004).
