I wish I could fucking draw.
I know many talented artists, I follow different artists on gallery and I am constantly surrounded by beautiful art in one shape or another. And I always feel so frustrated and impotent that I can’t create anything to save my life.
Its a disgusting feeling. Its sort of like my relationship with technology. I have zero experience with it. My parents could not afford the best “toys” so I have no idea how to program the ipod I found.
Helpless and angry. Like a ghost, I am in a world that I can see but can’t touch.
I… I was nice today. Nice to all those insipid little monkeys! Answering all their stupid letters! My hands… dirty! The dirt won’t come off! President what a joke. President… president of what? His fan club! How they love him! Look at him lying there asleep! The idol of millions! He’s a fool! A lying, silly little fool! How easily I could end the farce… with these hands. These dirty hands! And with these hands I hold the fate of millions! They think he’s a god, but he’s as mortal as we! I know! Just one quick twist! And it’s over, just one! NO! It’s happening again! My brain! My hot stinging brain! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
