BOGUS.

It is the greatest feeling to shake the hand of a stranger who has eyes as dark as your imagination can fathom.

"Victims of War."  ..............................................2010

"Poet's Notebook I  ....................................................2010

Eyes rubbed raw.

"Dev"  ..................................................................2010

I felt like I was lying, but I really wasn't. The shit BURNED.

I'm going to spend my time reading books about art I will not produce, nor surpass, but rather allude to and honor in my own work. All the while, trying not to put my fingers anywhere near my eye sockets. I have the slightest of headaches.

I had the chance to see superheroes today, but I suppose it'll just have to wait until another time. They're so far away, and the sun is too bright to handle completely.

Happy Birthday, love.

"Dead Tradition."  ......................................................2010

Today I mainly consider real critique versus the opportunity to poke fun at someone, most of all a scorned individual. I am guilty of this, and despite my attempts at excuse, sometimes it was just plain insulting going on. I feel jabbed to know that some of the students in my class barely give two fucks about art and go to the Academy to get a piece of paper that says they did something with their life. Especially when there are students, much like my closest friends and myself, that want to make something of their work. And here we sit, wasting our time even bothering to give the lazy shit's work a glance, wasting our money and teachers instead of dedicating time to those that really want this. You might ask, "But how can you tell?"

You can fucking tell.

If someone at least has the energy to fake giving a fuck, then I should try to pretend as well when critiquing their work. In recent years I have, my freshman year? Not so much. I was still freshly mean from my high school years. You learn these lessons eventually.

Now I am stuck in one. Does she mean it? Or does she hate me?

Poor Indians, I wish they'd come back.