Man, I seriously need to start posting SOMETHING. Drawings, poems, pictures, something. Urk. This accounts kinda like a sucky home for amazing art that I'm trying to learn anatomy from. Ah well.

Here's a little bit of a poem I was writting, but only a bit of it, just because:

"I wanted to live in the world flat broke in a Gypsy caravan with my pet lion and vampire best friend. I wanted to have a Spiderman costume that had real webbing and give my other friend the Rhino costume that could break down walls. I didn't want to catch footballs with my face, and I wanted to be like Mrs-too-pretty-to-be-nice, but instead I was the girl on the back of the milk carton that wanted to be one of the boys. I escorted the spiders outside and never screamed and I let them free because they had kids, too. I protected the bat huddled in the corner of the school when snot-nosed kids threw their rocks. I had a crush on a boy who almost made me burn down my house from leaving my Mr. Noodles on the stove. I wanted to be like a flower, but I was kind of like a weed, or those dandelions no one really liked but attracted all the bees."

No, I can't rhyme.

someone feed the monkey
while I dig in search of china
white as dracula as I approach the bottom
desperate and ravenous
so weak and powerless over you