The anorexic Ursula feeling. Hairy Mary Christmas.

Happy Diwala

Literal translation- Somewhere diya burns, somewhere heart.

A visual from a personal Bollywood Based Project, felt fitting about now.

People who cant be arsed to feel festive enough, lets drink to it.

The first time

I've heard a song while there's no video for it and then in a few weeks there's a video and bam, and yeah. just.

somebody tell others how listentoyoutube gives better quality files than youtube-mp3wtvrsht
Also, while I'm at it :

Midnight Doodles

haha she's spelt wrong

Hello nice to be here

The music I like is unnamed, it would look like a bolt of lightning struck against electric lines against a sky that moves too quick, if you could look at it while it played. These days I wake up and its like a reversed battle, relentless, like artificial rain, against something similar.


I dont get why I must constantly attract such ill on will, though. Otherwise I'm quite smooth sailing until the cavity grows deeper. Onset of another set of dental death-rehearsals.

Hello, bandwagon

take me somewhere nice.

Your love

and mine.

I just want

One other person to defy the world with me. It gets boring otherwise, by myself, when I havent been so for a while. Dont wish to be functional around here. (Planet Generation, I mean. I dont know if that makes sense to you.)

just kidding because i think its done already

I am going to melt your skull off of your brain if you don't love me now.

Sometimes my clothes smell of Revive

and that's the only good thing happening in my life.

So I made a bookmark and put it on the cupboard. I guess I'm soon going to start making prints of these. (The eye has a ridge to hold the page, should upload once they're ready).

Bloom

Greyscale Version

Stuck In WIPs.

Some of these being years old. Explain to me what I'm waiting for to start living?

Peaceyed.

old doodle revisited and fucked over

I dont know why this place exists anymore.

Because I feel like a part of nothing, Nothing. I feel so impossibly impersonal that its making me nervous.

snail pace

I wanted to tell you about the first time I stepped into rain and it was cruel and I loved it and felt like an Avatar -dustbins flying sheets of rain attacking and the wind was a mountain, peak of the storm but it happened today and today isn't a good day to say any more.Worst rain anyone I met had ever seen, those minutes. It happened for a long time, the whole city knows I'm crazy. I didn't want to stop walking.

In my dream you speak to me like I'm the pet parrot that escaped out your mouth when you said elope, not to make an exit but to see you right. Spilling out like that wasn't on my agenda, just as being a cage wasn't your face's plan. In the dream you let me hover close enough to follow your eyes around as they spot bluebirds and dismiss them, when they turn inside out & see nothing but shopping lists that you dont turn around to see the little scribble on anymore. In my dream I explained my fall, warped wings et al. The skies were making me complacent I said, all branches were laden with honey but then there was you with your big smiling cave and we- then you shut me up like you used to, like I was the swallow for your hollow and we, I said to every organ I met inside, only made sense without the fear of spilling out.

K2

I wish you put me in it.

Because

almost everyone and everything's been giving me shit. And I have no nose anymore. Lot of white space. Life. (Be glad I didn't add the gore, or are you into that kinda thing?)

I feel a little orphaned. But I'm glad I still got my folks, and its the best I have, and I never thought I'd be saying this. Not a friend who's say hello you have blue shit on your forehead wipe it off you retard. Or  say anything at all that wouldn't piss the life off of me. 

Old unpublished work

^ Teaser

^ Poster

Some jazz I put together as promotional material for NH7 2011. Just for funz. Original Photo courtesy- google images dont sue me this is the only page its ever been on.

I know it seems like I lied but snooze is happening. Meanwhile if anyone's willing to hand me an internship without me having to go through all the jazz that I've been procrastinating about- yes please! 

Consider this a yawn

I'm about to wake up and get active, post more, work more, procrastinate less, and update the fuck out of this space soon. 

O+

There are times I stop thinking, cause I can't think or I'd rather milk a cow than think at the given moment but is thinking about all things beautiful to distract myself the easy way out, or positive attitude?

Some shabbily executed packaging design (CollegeAssignment) work on my window sill. Not a very happy time, but the owls make me hoot. :)
And I just noticed, 99 followers! One more and I'll have a beer and urge you to join me. The dying blog thanks you for visiting if you're reading this.



But how come nobody talkstomeeeeeeecommenttttplease.