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Wordgasm is a portmanteau of "words" and "orgasm", an outburst of words with the same euphoric effect of squirting your DNA. Nihil sub sole novum, the Ecclesiastes say; there is nothing new under the sun. It is only but words that grant the world a whole new spectrum of perception. And the point is? I have no idea.
She lives and works from her laptop on a little paradise island in the Philippines. She's a writer, graphic artist, and mountaineer. During rainy days she loves to sleep and oversleep and dream and daydream and then write. More »
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Saturday, 15 November 2008
It's been a year since I frittered time away with Photoshop. Good lordeeeeeee this candy layout's even two years old.XP Just like acrylic and pastel, I got bored painting digitally. There's more moolah in graphic arts than there is in creative writing, mind. Let's just say I'm impoverishing myself. Waharhar.XD It's not even about recognition that I'm in majoring in fiction writing. Heck I'd rather even publish my works anonymously. (Granted some retard publisher'll bookify it. Harhar. Bookify.XD WAHAHAHAHA booooookify.XD) What I really want is I don't really know. I want to write, is all. And make people happy really. I want to sprinkle happiness all over the universe.XD This little graphic art's basis for some school assignment: a self portrait, where I shall have to expose my viscera: the palpable brain, the metal inside my face, the grotesque experimental tattoos, and err, yes, the thick burn tissues all over my body. To be painted over, yes.:D It's called Operation Blank, where blank's supposed to be where my name is. But I are frazzled and sleeeeeeeeepy I need a shuteye.
Some simpleton asks, What's your favorite color. Then I look away and back at the simpleton and say, Magenta. Magenta? he says. Isn't that a ice cream? Aaaaaaaand. I'm back to school with a normal face except that I have to comb and part my hair the other side and cut some bangs to cover them left eye like some shebang emofuckhead. Subjects for the second semester:
Blah blah blah. Rant about the enrollment goes here. Rant about the snooty professors at math/physics/socsci/archaeology department who cut me off in my bland spiel, "Do you accept prero--" NoallclassesarefullbuggeroffI'mbusy. Fuck you. Aaaaaaaand. I'm on UP's version of a dean's list. I got there by I don't know how. And. I'm depressed. Last week I laughed so hard the suture in my gumline snapped and the incision stretched wide fucking open and blood trickled down my teeth. Now I'm permanently scowling. And it's affecting me psychologically. Waaaaahhh. I need a hug.XP Nay, I need ALKOHOL.:D Word did you say? | |