The apology of such. I regret to inform you I have leased the beast in me. The male stereotype maniac. A sociopath without rescemblance. I seek not but to be the best.
You freaks may see the winged creature.
I took a walk on my lawn today. The wet grass posing in daindriff. I asked my self a question. What if nature is proud. I dwelved into the spirit realm and thought to myself. This other day when I saw my future daughter or angel at the front of my computer desk. I turned my head after saying hey and she was gone. Evapourated like dust. This spiritual experience really had me doubting my senses. Can I actually see into the future? She had blond har and an aureola. I regret we did not have a longer conversation. Then again I’d probably loose my mind.
This is somehow the image of a nun. Whatever meets the eye. The sorrow is deep and worth sensing.
These manic minatures. To settle for nothing but drafts.
After watching the sunrise I drew this. It is a girl.
As of today. The picture at dawn. Nothing as suitable for a limitless grace in this expression. The sun might take place in later graphical works. Imagine lo. I just got that idea!
Creation. The vile distance to attributes in an image of clouds. The vision doors. Simplified relentless clowns swinging to adore. To see the faces. Colours reasonably sane. The inane adequacy of timeless evolution. To picture eternity.
The morality of computer graphics. What’s on display. I frown upon the emptiness of such. Where did I begin? Rely on distance.
The public scream of conciousness. To rationalize my demons. The scarce yet fathomable incursion of consequence. To convey sin.
To appologize every token of imagination. The fundamental journey begins. To emancipate darkness.
I may not betray you in this. My countless efforts to portray Buddha today resulted in this. Take away my animal shoes.