I sighed deeply. “Okay… then I’ll TRY to draw him, but I’m NOT an artist,” I stressed. I attempted a Spiderman and, realizing that his own attempt couldn’t possibly be worse than mine, the little member took the pen from my left hand and drew a much better portrayal beside the version I’d doodled.Read More
A post about the drudgery and monotony of living this modern, technologically advanced, intellectually superior, sophisticated and charming life.** (note: in the following entry, no corporate/company names or titles shall be given, so that I won’t be found in a place of condemnation for recounting my life story) So I was called into the office yesterday […]Read More
It’s hard to just painlessly “move past” a wall you’ve painted on for years. You scribbled, stenciled, white-washed, smeared, colored and beautified it.. it was something unique, original, and beautiful – something very “a part” of you, because it expressed so MUCH of you..
and that is who she was.
How can I walk away, without taking a picture?
And how can I leave with a picture, and not take a look at it every once and a while?
How can I look at that picture, and not still see it’s beauty..
and how can I see it’s beauty, and not want to return?
Aun AquiRead More
Friday, February 4th, 2011 (followed by updated entries on Monday the 7th and Thursday the 10th, both written in the present-tense) It gives. Other waters don’t give, like this water gives. 1. It fizzes at you. When you open your jug, carton, box or bottle of water – does it fizz at you? Does it welcome, […]Read More