i always dread being asked what i "do". i've never had a
real job, and have no genuine interests. i've spent most of my life
hiding from the world, navel-gazing. i don't believe my thoughts are anything new, but when i feel a need to express something, i will link
it off this page. it's not a good idea to expect too much.
navel photo 2004
longing for death
dancing and bulimia
into the volcano
i draw/paint extremely rarely. i think of it
as a way of getting in touch with what's going
on subconsciously, and for me skill level is not
important to that end:
the bride wore a black feather boascratches (potential si trigger)
a diary. sort of. maybe. not sure yet.