Chronically Gothic

Makin' stuff

The rat tail is now forever commemorated in the Collection of Gross

Louis Roark

gunk, junk, funk wrap it up, pack it up, back it up how do I "treat myself" when i don't even know how to *treat* myself. treat myself well, or even like a life form struggling with mental illness How to live: deal with the gunk, the junk, and the funk

Watching the phone waiting for a word, just a word a word to abate my pain. The next word I get will save me save me from my misery and loneliness. To whom do I owe my time? Is it not just to myself? How to I pay attention to myself? How do I treat myself right? I fall to the floor I bury myself in my bed or do I mean my grave? My depression ties me to the bed. I finally feel called to a purpose,  minimal though it is, I think I’ll nap.

Chains, I’m chained to you I’m chained to the idea of you I must break these chains. These ideas are false hopes that leave me longing leave me falling head over heels and heels over head and back again.  These chains are too tight. If only I could squeeze, flex, slide, or break to free myself from the misery of your lingering presence in my mind. If only I could chain myself to me force myself to love me to be my one true love to treat myself right to love myself forever.  My father is my mother’s loneliness. I’m crazy about you -- I’m crazy Wild, but not free far from it. Trapped by these chains. Chain me up I can’t stand it any longer, just see me. I’m so sad -- my tears are for me and me alone My sorrow and loneliness envelop me.  I just need to know. Even when you tell me, I have a hard time believing Who could love me?  crazy chained addicted to company -- the company of others why not the company of myself? Why can’t I long for me the way I long for you?

Oh, to express one’s self with words.  falling over the floor into pieces, can you find them all and put it back together? Your sanity? Gather the pieces in a pile, find your best glue. Does this work? Does it help? To find your thoughts in pieces, tattered and torn, jagged and mangled. “Collect yourself” they say. How much effort and glue could it possibly take?

Miranda July

Miranda July

Adam Gnade

Learning to draw y'all!

These are my secret Santa 's dogs. I drew them as ac villagers!