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note to self:

it's okay to make bad art sometimes it's okay to make bad art sometimes it's okay to make bad art sometimes it's okay to make bad art sometimes it's okay to make bad art sometimes it's okay to make bad art sometimes IT'S OKAY TO MAKE BAD ART SOMETIMES IT'S OKAY TO MAKE BAD ART SOMETIMES IT'S OKAY TO MAKE BAD ART SOMETIMES IT'S OKAY TO MAKE BAD ART SOMETIMES IT'S OKAY TO MAKE BAD ART SOMETIMES IT'S OKAY TO MAKE BAD ART SOMETIMES IT'S OKAY TO MAKE BAD ART SOMETIMESAAAAUGHRGHRGHRGHGRguiohsdfgoijs;dfbl;kjdfgpo;iuhasdf;jkasdfkjhasdfliuhdfgoijafg

:c

Illustration is hard. Whiney whine whine.

Uhh...

okay Baltimore.

also: Funny times at the Inner harbor today...

1. Comic-con = freaks in costumes

2. Ravens gave = giant sea of purple and black

3. Zombie walk - gaggles of random zombies stumbling around going urrrg... brains......

comicon+ravens+zombie = lol.

ALSO: bought a pretty sweet print from This guy. John Tyler Christopher.. it's worth checking out! Very inspired by Mucha and Rembrandt.

aDonai

Heheeeeeeeee. I just dreamt my Jewish friend couldn't eat anything at the cafeteria because it wasn't kosher, so he got an alternative called "Donai Dollars" instead of "Dining Dollars."

Then I woke up and Elle was sitting next to me, and I said "Can he really do that??????"
and she said "huh??"

Silly. It's interesting when you confuse dreams with reality.

Furies

I had another very strange dream last night.

The first part was me and a group of friends being the sneaky tea society and going around and setting the whole thing up (it involved booths and signs) and surprising everyone. Like they would all get all sad because they thought that it wasn't happening then they would discover it and be happy.

But that's not the important part.

In the later part of my dream, I was approached by a girl I know (who is one of the sunniest people I know) with plans to kill herself. She looked so sad and defeated as she pulled out her plans for suicide (she made a plan with reference photos and everything). She convinced her friends to do it with her, and their plan was to commit some kind of ritual suicide (I can't remember exactly how) while acting as the Fates or the Furies (I can't remember which one, but they both seem pretty relevant). She showed me photos of girls dressed up in fancy, goddess-like outfits against a swirled gold background. The dresses were floaty and dark colors - generally dark blue and green with slightly lighter looping circles and they wore gold belts around their waists. They sat faced away from the camera, towards the wall behind them, their legs out daintily and their hands resting on their knees. It was just so weird that her plans for suicide were so dramatic and elegant. And that she convinced to friends to do it with her.

So I had to talk her out of it. I don't remember exactly how I did it, but I managed to somehow with a lot of convincing, then told her to go home and relax and take the day off from work, and that I could cover her.

Then Elle came up to me and was like "Where is she going?"

And I Replied, still shaken, I sent her home to relax because she told me she was going to kill herself."

and she replied with a knowledgeable nod and look. "That poor girl," she said.

It was strange and pretty sad.

Some very funny things happened.

Some stranger ran by us with a slice of pizza in his hand going "free pizza!" and ran down the street and turned the corner
then 10 seconds later another stranger ran by us saying "I'm gonna beat that fag"
and chased him around the corner.
10 minutes later, we see him with his friends, red stuff (blood or sauce?) on his shirt, getting into a cab.

Then a group of drunk black guys walked by and told us that we needed a little BARACK in our lives, HUSSEIN O-BAMA, and proceeded to tell us that if we want them to fuck us, we need to "lysol that shit." lolz fell's point.

and Elle's friend Melanie was at the arcade game contemplating playing it and this random drunk stranger handed her 50 cents, adamant that she plays it, repeating that it's so throwback to the "80s or 70s or whatever".

lolz fell's point on a friday night at 2am.

on a different note, the sky tonight is not a muddy orange, or a bruised purple, but a deep, brilliant blue. That's a good sign for something, right?