This looks like I should’ve painted it on someone’s front door as a curse or some shit. Kinda has a cult magic or vodoun component to it. Not that I’m all that knowledgeable on these subjects, it’s just more of a first impression.
Sorry for the late entry today. Between last night and today I ended up sleeping like 14 hours. I think I’m definitely fighting something and Stacia seems to have come down with a virus or something very similar. I guess if you HAVE to catch something Friday is a good day to do it. ‘Least you’ll have the weekend to help nip it in the bud.
Heh, maybe I should check my front door!
I’m not much of a poet but today I felt the need to express myself with pretty pretty words. So, without further ado, I present my first online poem:
ODE TO A VIRUS
You suck you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
Fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off
No this isn’t my latest style, it’s what I’ve been going through in the past 48 hours. Just when I thought I was going to make it through all of the holidays without catching something, I end up with the worst stomach flu I’ve had in years. I’ll spare you the details by just saying that I’m surprised I still have any internal organs left.
The above image was actually drawn years ago during (you guessed it) the Sharpie craze. If there’s one thing that continues to surface throughout the craze, it’s good ol’ fashioned vomiting. Except, in my case, there were no midgets pointing at me. Well, I better get some rest and you all be careful, this shit is apparently contagious for a full 2 weeks after you’ve recovered.