i drew a picture of what i think wusky looks like when he plays video games.
Tag: drawing
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DON’T HATE ME COZ I’M BEAUTIFUL.
drew this while listening to PRETTY GIRL ROCK just now.
much too lazy to scan.
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from the sketchbook – 6.
“this is the beautiful boy in blue, loved by men and women alike. he works in retail and wears a blue plaid shirt whenever he goes to work. people come into the store just to see him, to steal passing glances and maybe even spark a conversation. they come to the store to bask in his beauty. sometimes he asks them how they’re doing, but that’s just his job. really, he couldn’t care less. he barely even notices them. coveted by all, he wants no one; he is just there, existing, doing his job. blessed and cursed – what a waste, what a waste.”
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from the sketchbook – 5.
“this is a man who rides the subway every day. he is not going anywhere in particular – he is not going anywhere at all. but he rides the subway because he wants to find someone to love him. he believes in chance encounters and beautiful tales.
"one day,” he thinks, “someone will sit beside me, and i will stare into her eyes, and we will fall in love.”
this is a man who rides on the subway, and one day, he’s going to find someone to love.“
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from the sketchbook – 4.
“this girl has no sight. the world around her is perceived through the other senses. she has fallen in love with the sound of her own voice, so much so that she talks just for the sake of it, and she goes on and on and on.
someone once recorded her on camera. they played it back to her years later and she couldn’t recognize the sound of her own voice.
these were her exact words:
"that girl sounds really annoying. someone should just put her out of her misery and shoot her in the head.”
and then she went on and on about how annoying ‘the girl’ sounded just so she could hear herself talk.“
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from the sketchbook – 3.
“these are two lovers who can touch and touch and touch but they cannot speak to each other or look each other in the eye. why? because they know the truth of their love, their beauty; it’s empty and hollow, and not real. maybe they do love each other, but they’ll never know because they’re too scared of what they might find out. they live together, and alone, separated by the shame of things that haven’t happened yet. they are not of afraid of each other; they are afraid of themselves.”
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from the sketchbook – 2.
“a wilting flower next to the bed of a dying woman. this is the woman who has cared for it for years, and now it is lonely and sad. the woman was beautiful too, once, and the flower was inspired – to be, to bloom, to take pride in its beauty. but all things fall, and all things die, and the woman, instead of growing old and ugly, wishes for death’s fast approach – to die young and beautiful, even if it means leaving the flower behind.”
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from the sketchbook – 1.
“you who have many faces – you are alone.”
i thought it’d be nice to share some pages from my sketchbook.
the caption reads:
“he is like a spinning wheel – where he will land, nobody knows. and he himself is lost among his faces. his memories cannot be shared so clearly between the different versions of himself, and eventually, lines between lies and truth, fantasy and reality, begin to blur and he is left exhausted. beautiful and tired, he looks within himself for gasps of air and finds that there is no calm. there is too much, and all his thoughts, between his many, many selves, bombard him. and so he lives a life of torment brought on him by his own fabrications.”
