Another day, another night full of whiskey and “Songs For Drella”. I’ve decided to ‘publish’ my drawings. Partly as an impetus to do well and partly to feed my relentless self-absorption. Looking back over my existence I have very few memories. I remember the more extreme violence, passion, every single death and every single bike crash, the overdose and the occasional dream. Apart from these landmarks the only other thing I remember is drawing and painting. When I lie, grasping for my last breath, one of countless animals slipping from gross bravado to non-existence, I will remember these moments and cling desperately, pointlessly, to them.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Gross Bravado
Another day, another night full of whiskey and “Songs For Drella”. I’ve decided to ‘publish’ my drawings. Partly as an impetus to do well and partly to feed my relentless self-absorption. Looking back over my existence I have very few memories. I remember the more extreme violence, passion, every single death and every single bike crash, the overdose and the occasional dream. Apart from these landmarks the only other thing I remember is drawing and painting. When I lie, grasping for my last breath, one of countless animals slipping from gross bravado to non-existence, I will remember these moments and cling desperately, pointlessly, to them.
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