I want to crawl inside myself and hide. The only motivation I have today is to drink and forget. There is nothing, as I feel nothing. The entire world has disappeared, except for myself and the pitiful existence I have created within these apartment walls. Nothing matter anymore, apart from how I feel. I feel nothing, and only that matters.

I know a woman who just recently went from not knowing who Roman Polanski is, to absolutely hating him and boycotting his work. Granted what he did is deemed a terrible thing by society, but who determined that? How is there any right or wrong in the universe? Laws, courtesies, manners, morals are baseless entities to keep us in line. And by baseless, I mean...a delusive ideal. I say do whatever it takes to get you through an existentialistic realm of time and space and fuck everyone else.

Maybe I've just had a bad day and too much whiskey.

I've been having troubles submitting deviations recently, and that's the only excuse I can come up with for my lack of activity. To anyone who gives a damn, sorry.

Someone tell me the funniest thing that happened to them lately.

It seems every year, more and more people hate Christmas.

If you dislike the season, why?

And if you're still lucky enough to love it like you did when you were a child, good for you.

And is there anyone besides me who is planning a non-Christmas? I plan on getting as inebriated as possible and making tacos.

My apologies to anyone who has been looking forward to seeing more of my naked body, but only found slight disappointment in my work of words. But my passion is in writing, before it is in photography (exhibitionism?).

But I'll see what I can do.

Where do you find inspiration? Mine seems to have gone missing.