Slumped

 

Lying there exhausted, too tired to move from the sofa to the bed. Wrapped up in an old blanket and watching reruns of Law and Order SVU. The sun is shining for what seems like forever. It's blinding. Night can't come fast enough. Everything slows down in the dark. What matters in the light of day seems to fade away in the darkness. It eats away and I'm always to blame. Nauseous.

 

Suffocated. 



Beware



Trying new things in drawing and with the ladies. You guys hear the new pick up line about that kid show? Ive seen this shit work. Go up and tell a girl she reminds you of that show Yo Gabba Gabba. Ive witnessed this work for two seperate dudes with three different ladies. They love that! I really dont get it but you cant argue the results. I havent tried it yet, really havent hit on a chick in a while. Im notorious for being reserved not because Im shy or some shit I just get bored easily and havent met too many chicks that make me wunna shoot the lobster sauce. Psyche I just look for the big booty and the high cheek bones.

Here's the paintings I never showed from the Social Status show. Lot more work to do, big gig at a museum in a few months and more permanent gigs to kick ass at.

Bloody.



I dont owe you shit.

There's Blood in the Water

I thought it might have been my fresh hair cut (sarcasm there) but a bunch of babes were checking me out today. Started off at the gas station, then the whole drive through crew at Mickey Dees, then at the bar when I was taking down a bunch of paintings. All cute for the most part, all smiles, so I was very confused while I was running around all day.

Then I got home and looked in the mirror and I had ink all over my face. Makes sense now.