typical evening in michelleworld

i was

a freshman at art school once.

oldies but goodies.

you come beating

like moth's wings.

Tony. 35 mm disposable

I sit here and listen

to headphones.

Watching eyes watch eyes
I didnt worship the screaming in my ears
until it became part of that distant feeling i remember 
And, oh, the games we play
as we continue to use each others hearts as punching bags
or inspiration for the next creation
we find the hate we feel for one another
paralleled by the love
the paradox that always leaves one longing 
while the other holds on briefly,
only to loosen the grasp again
and the vicious circle continues.


And spring has always been our season.
Always as the snow melts my nostrils fill with that familiar, 
foul stench of you that I adore so much.
Will you come this spring?

yesah.

unexpectedly

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

thispaintingistiny

and unfinished.

New Year

small sample of pictures from winter break.

The Journey

Of my third eyeball.

 Doing the deed. Pain? The face says it all.

 Fresh inks. Looking quite lovely.

 Healed. Almost nonexistent.

 Round 2 and a sleepy face. This time there was no shading and just lots of heavy outlining. I thought it hurt last time... wow that was nothing in comparison to this.  I woke up to the lines having spread and smooshed. Which did not happen last time. So as of right now its looking pretty shitty, but i'm only mildly concerned. Whatev. We will just have to see how it goes.