Do you believe in art for arts sake? Or must art have a purpose? To be good, for instance. Do you sit down to paint, draw, write... for the sole purpose of creating something magnificent? Does it work out well in the end?
I was just thinking.
I like to write gibberish. As I'm sure you've noticed, if you've spent any time reading the random thoughts that are my blog. I've done a total of three drawings (maybe 2 1/2) and a handful of collages since purchasing my sketchbook the other week. Art for the sake of being creative. Good is relative. However, I don't think anyone would think they're masterpieces. Not really important, now is it? I think that putting a pencil to paper is a much more resourceful way of spending ones time than watching tv. Don't get me wrong. The tv is full of wonder and entertainment. But... still. The point of all of this (is there ever a point?) is that I wrote down some words and now I will share them with you. For fun. Please feel free to not read it. I tend to make fun of those folks on myspace that post random emo poems. Does that make me mean? Chuckle if it tickles your organs (officially my new motto). Even if it's at my expense. I don't mind. Really.
Center stage is where everything is happening. The great unknown.
Who is asking all the questions? She is.
What happens next? She asked timidly.
Madness and screams in the corridor.
Shiva's dance ends.
Kali smiles. Or is she crying?
Fences are barriers to the heart.
Broken.
Mystery becomes her. Intuition her greatest strength.
Type written gibberish.
Hearts can be broken over tea and cheesecake. Evening laughter.
Full colour.
Crying. Tears and mechanics.
Corsets too tight to breathe.
How could it have happened this way?
Endings never last.
And that, my friends, was written about absolutely nothing. Strange what the brain does when the task at hand is to write down a random collection of words. Huh. *shrug*
Moving on.
The 17th of September marks two occasions. The first, my 26th birthday. The second, the beginning of my 10th year being vegetarian. Fun fun, shits and giggles. Terry said that I seemed anxious for the arrival of my birthday. However this is not the case. It's just the only thing happening this week. Ryan will tell you about all the goings on of last week... which involved his trip to Hong Kong alone and our evening out seeing DJ Qbert. Missy Elliott was not on our list of things to do. Money and sleep seeming more important than another night on the town. But... [insert random excuse here].
Alright. Well we're off to the movies. I'm hoping for something that makes me pee my pants, it's so funny. Maybe not literally pee my pants. The theatres in Taiwan are air conditioned past the point of refridgeration. Sitting in chilled urine might not be SO pleasant. I hereby downgrade to wanting a movie that stimulates a good deep belly laugh. *nod* Apparently this weekend (which I booked OFF!!!) will be bringing a typhoon. I'll be ready. xx. -n.
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