sitting here, watching the trends & the artist's around me. observing the way time slowly changes the elements of what we once knew. nutrire one's skill & develope new thoughts & takes of times old rythmic thought proceses. leaving me hungry, but lacking in the tools & time to complete the task's of the soul.

forced to observe, waiting for the drive that was once a part of me to return.

this creative lack of anything is painful. i need something substantial. I need art, i need to be deviant.