skeptical sally was only a quarter ready,

when she went out to hunt a remedy in the hard-earned 5d.

(p)urge

That moment when everyone is just in urgency to urge you to purge their burdens urgently.

one and one not one

One of those days when one can not help not to imagine running away for an adventure on one's own, slay some dragons, and say goodnight to no one but oneself.

aww weekly drawing; a (n) (imaginary) conversation with lucifer

"So Luc, what do you do when you're feeling down?"

For week 8's theme by me; Lucifer.

a (n) (imaginary) conversation with debbie harry and now i know you know.

DB: Now I don't have hard feelings against you. You only did what you had to do.
TRS: Yes I know, and I hope you know. But it's really damn time for me to go, you know.

a (n) (imaginary) conversation with paul mccartney and the end.

PM: Oh yeah, all right.
TRS: And in the end, the love you take, is not necessarily equal to the love you make.

aww weekly drawing; sloth

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray o Lord the moon to keep.
And if I lie before I wake, I pray o Lord the sun to break.

For week 5's theme from Ipit; seven deadly sins.
I choose sloth, obviously.

aww weekly drawing; dark might

Thick as blood, dark as night, bathe me in the elixir of might.

For week 4's theme from Peni; black coffee addict.

aww weekly drawing; ula ula

For week 3's theme by me; Dracula!

*playing: Dracula - Christine Pilzer

aww weekly drawing; in gloom & horror

Yola, Yola, where art thou?

To freaking summon you, tell me how!

"Well turn off the damn lights now!", she said.

And make sure all colours in the world are dead.

For week 2's theme from Yola; fantastic awewe and where to find them! I got to draw @blackenthered my Mama Darkness! Where to find her? In gloom and horror, that's for sure!

*playing: Midnight Creature - Lebanon Hanover

aww weekly drawing; goat float

For week 1's theme from Ochie; floating head!

*playing: Lipgloss - Pulp

fable

Lyric for Patrick Owen's Spring/Summer 2017, Fable, with print artwork collaboration with Fajar P. Domingo.

a(n) (imaginary) conversation with thom yorke and optimistic.

TY: You can try the best you can. If you try the best you can.
TRS: The best I can is shitty enough.

lovely looly

looly is a big strong bully,
a bully with a talent for being rackety.
cos she got heaps of money,
and a powerful family.

looly is most of the time angry,
but she likes to believe she's lovely.
cos all the cash-throwing charity,
makes it okay for her to be bitchy.

looly's friends think she's just being funny,
they think it's okay, she's just being adorably looly.
so it's no biggie if she gets tremendously cocky,
it's everyone's job to understand that she is simply dicey.

if this poem ever gets caught by looly,
yours truly will be terminated prudently.
cos looly believes she is lovely really,
from all the charity and money and powerful family.

thank you for your hospitality

*playing: Right Through You - Alanis Morissette

oh oh oh aaah

Because for the moment, I am neglecting all your sanctimonious wisdom and belittling modesty, and thanking the universe for jolly tunes!

*playing: You Should Know - Breakbot

nightcall

It's about time to be honest with the night.
To boldly go where no light has gone before.

And certainly sir, there will be blood.

*playing: Poor Leno - Röyksopp

of those pencil nights

Obsession is something to be less feared than human beings and their minds. Because at the end of the day, nobody, nothing, will have enough time and will to keep you { a little } sane { alive }, as much as that one thing you genuinely love to do.

No matter how sinful you know you are. No matter how fucking lame they say you are. Do.

*playing: My Secret Romance - College

"and our cups to the stars"

Fucked up a project at the office today.
Still manage to find unreasonable pimples on the face display.
Another silly fever and cold is apparently coming on the way.
But seriously hey, that's okay.
Can't help to feel so excessively lucky anyway.

Three one, make way!

"i look for you in magazines"

It's wretched how your gleam persists, when you're lucidly an undisclosed connection, flying to far off places...*

*playing: Brite Lites - Lana del Rey