once lost and now am found

if you're startin to feel uncomfortable with my pictures by now, well it's a good thing. cos you shld be. wat began as innocent doodling morphed into pictorial expressions that conveyed morbidity and negativity, somethin that wasn't a deliberate intention or of calculated motives.


put in simple terms, it was spurious, spontaneous and not to be taken seriously. they were supposed to be whimsical, but turned out to be rather depressing, innit.


so we're done with that! and now i have nothin more to say. writer's block, i'd reckon. life has settled into a nice routine, and i'm happy.


-does a little tapdance-


if pain and sorrow are the greatest inspirations for great literature, then i'm glad that my words are running out.