I I I, I I I, I WANT YOU. I I I, I I I, I WANT YOU. But on the real - it entirely depends on the person. I “like” and “want” very few people. You know… like, solar eclipses? Yeah, about as frequently as those. Also, Mr.(presumably) Anonymous Internet User, I’m taking away the anonymous option. Fuck you and your kind. Pussy. xo
Why in fact, no, anonymous internet user, I am not currently in a relationship. I just can’t seem to find any one I’d rather spend my time with more than my family, friends and myself. Plus, I’ve been single pretty much my whole life. It’s all I know.
I’m thinking mixtapes. I can almost guarantee the process will be as follows; Start with Jawbreaker song, go from there.
I’m doing it old school, cassette tape and all. I’m making up rules as I go and I think I’m going to only allow myself songs from my record and cd collection…maybe the two tapes? Who knows! The possibilities are endless! I’m making this a challenge. Let’s see how this goes! Here’s an excuse to buy new records too! Just look at me go! Hahaha! How many? How long? To be announced…
Art is a creative byproduct of the the mind accompanied by the heart&soul. When a person sets out to create something, and uses these tools in some variation, I believe that’s all it takes. When you create an extension of yourself, from within yourself, what else could it be? I don’t believe self-expression is a required ingredient. Art doesn’t have to be a conscious act. People create things daily without acknowledging that they’ve made something. We don’t have to claim it as art for it to be such. We’re surrounded by accidental art. Nature, in it’s own right, is also art. Rivers carve the land, the trees and seasons paint it as the sun, wildlife and wind create the brush strokes. From the mosaic of leaves that carpet the fall, to the dunes and etchings that plague vast snow covered fields on a frigid winters day. From the great yearly thaw, spotted with spring buds and a breath of fresh air, to the sweat soaked days of summer with it’s ever longing sun sets, casting shadow puppet shows for the whole neighborhood to see. As people, we greatly influence this landscape. We, however, are not so gentle. We strike it head on, crashing through it’s forests, leaving our careless mess and markings behind. We don’t seem to have the same craftsmanship when it comes to nature. Instead of brush, we bulldoze and chop, flatten and pollute. Creation is art. Destruction is not. But amidst the ruins, there is room for growth. A canvas for something new to birth. As the new generation, the voice and leaders of tomorrow, tell me, what is really worth putting in its place? What will you create on life’s canvas?
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”—Charles Bukowski (via maintain)