08-07-2018, 07:24 AM
I'd go up to the Virgin Mary herself and ask her out when I'm drunk, without a worry in my head. And when I'd sobered up and considered my approach, I'd go ask her again. Now the hangovers last days, and the stress of a supernatural, or several hundred, entity crawls over me like termites under an old log in the woods.
And as for art, I never know what anyone thinks. I've been around long enough to know that in the artworld there's a thin line between praise and mockery. Praise/Mockery, see the line? Then there's utter rejection. But I always just tell myself that the rejection is based on my looks, and that makes me feel better.
And as for art, I never know what anyone thinks. I've been around long enough to know that in the artworld there's a thin line between praise and mockery. Praise/Mockery, see the line? Then there's utter rejection. But I always just tell myself that the rejection is based on my looks, and that makes me feel better.