Wednesday, October 31, 2007

WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FUCKING FORK.

how does one feel when one is in the middle of drawing a picture with all their heart and soul and liver and spleen and mind and everything in the entire anatomical+metaphysical universe and suddenly realises that their only box of colours has gone missing?
i, for one, feel like a shackled-and-about-to-be-decapitated psychotic crow deprived of its lungs that has just been thrown into a steaming puddle of dragonpus.

....

-insert AWHOLEFUCKINGLOTOFHARROWINGGHASTLYGROWWLLINGROAR-

and ALL THE GRAMMAR IN THE WORLD CAN GO TO THE FILTHIESTANDHORRENDOUSEST NOOK OF HELL.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG Ship..
Give it a rest. it's not all that a big deal.
-hug-

Lucid Darkness said...

Fork Fork.

"i, for one, feel like a shackled-and-about-to-be-decapitated psychotic crow deprived of its lungs that has just been thrown into a steaming puddle of dragonpus.
"
---> Reminds me of something.
;D

*offers Ship a new box of colours*

the one who must be named. someday. said...

what wud u hav done if u had a crayon eatin younger sibling? and ur a little crayon happy?

Shreya said...

interesting way of expressing emotions :P

Sayan said...

Let it all out.

And always keep a backup.