I have a lot of art. It's not on Deviant Art. But I'm just going to talk about it.

I got all sorts of art. None of them are up on Deviant Art.

There's so much art and it is just going to sit there in my room, inside my hard drive. There's so much art and it won't be until later, when I put them on Deviant Art.

Where it will sit and, with a little bit of that special something or other, it will be noticed on occassion. And I will be very, very, very happy to release that energy.

It hurts that so much art is not out. Like dying inbetween two temperpedic mattresses. It's like not being able to communicate. Or breathe. But I'm still comfier than any of ya'll in your box spring mattress.

It's just like those times when I have a beedazzelin idea which I have no means of expressing at the right-o momentum. Like when I'm asleep. When I'm on too many damn drugs. Seeing is an art, in a way. Everything I do not express as art feels like lost, distant space. Anyway, my laptop just got fixed and will return home, hopefully, in one peice, soon. Although, paying for the cable/internet bill at my place will be another thing.
Later
One by one.