Sully-the-Sullivan

As of the 13th of July, my life had made a drastic turn-around.

I am thankful for the upheaval being done with, and am feeling a bit creative ;}

victory to all,


Sincerely,

Sullivan

Psycho-submitting frenzies.

Superimposed punishements.

Customer service disatisfying felatio.

Asymptomatic lusty disease.

If we were Francias, we would said "arret" with a little 'hat' over the 'e'.



There are so many details, and so many sentences that could be written here; however, to save some face, decrease the liability, I will leave it to just five to encapullate what life's components have been this last while.


Cheers to all, hope you enjoyed this not so Haiku of mine.



Oh... and cherry papers. Mantra Mantra?

The coin told me it would get better.
I flipped it in the air
It was silent when it gave the answer,
"The times will get better," it winked in my palm,
"When that will be..."

----I knew it would be long.
The coin fell to the floor, its wink nothing more
And obviously it lied.



Do you ever wonder if you leave too much up to fate and/or signs, hoping you will be given some answer? That has become my existence.


I fear I am a limerant. I'll exercise caution. Go with my instincts.

Well. I feel a little abstract.

I have also been spending too much time with a typewriter.

I'm sure my room hates me. It, and the rest of the house; can't say I do much for either.



One of these days, I am sure I will clean it.



Happy belated Canada Day. I went to a festival... it was... cultural. Infact, it was MULTI-cultural. wow.

This Indian woman gave me a henna tattoo, and frankly, I think she should get a prize for the amazing spatial skills she exhibited. When she was placing the green goo on my hands, my internal monologue said "she's gonna mess up. there's not enough space. not enough space. not enough space."

Well... I tell you: THERE WAS. she did a spendid job. I took her card, so I may just call her up to put henna all over me next time.

I could write what has gone on and why I have been neglected this glorious website, but it all just really does not matter, and I have chose to deal with things in such a way that it can preserve the small bits of sanity I have left.

I lost my sketchbook. Whatever poor child looks through it, i apologise for all the nudity.


Maybe. I don't know. All I can create... for this entire year it seems... are skeletons, fingerpaintings and really distorted pictures that are not that good; but, it's not about being "good," it's about releasing everything constructively even if to others it doesn't seem that constructive. After the shitstorm, it seems that my creativity is a little dormant... and it thaws... slowly.

Very slowly.

I am so angry, yet so at ease. This composure is unreal and hardly expressable.


We'll see how things go.

Did you know, that in most grape juices, the other ingredients are pear and apple juice from concetrate?


It just seems kind of ridiculous I guess. But, maybe... it's reasonable... I mean, grapes are damn tiny. I can't imagine they'd want to give much of their juice away, what with all that wine that needs to be made.