Drawing Time! and Scary Adult Stuff

I will draw.
A lot.

Also, interesting revelation, when people say you have an "old soul", its not some cosmic "inherited old person soul" thing... It just means you saw some ugly adult stuff when you were young, and you know what vulnerability really means. Its a strange graph, let me illustrate it:
The above assumes that you get the right amount of help, and are intelligent and lucky enough to be self aware of your issues.

Official favourite Simpsons Quote

After having seen a sentimental story on the TV about the ducks having gone south.

Homer: Maaaarge can I have a duck?
Marge: No you already have a monkey!

Homer points to his newly acquired helper monkey

Homer: Can the monkey have a duck???
Marge: Noooo!

Monkey "Mojo" eats a slice of pizza and smashes the pizza box multiple times on the couch.

Sheila by Jamie-T

She noticed things everywhere. On a roll roll rolling. Chicka chick chicka chaa

Singing to a song sing song singing
Spleen!

Twice as nice isn't it thrice?
So too bad for you you don't have gotten it going for your gone ass gohnaa
She she she gets it over her power trip
Go go going gone.
Slow tow in the sea side dock, click clock going tick tock.
Sweet treat for treacle pinnacle.
Cheap cheap going the trip teat.
Slip slide snicker snickerdoodle.
Spoon fed climbing a trying trip tied.
Said sit down to the trip down top tap.
Slide the slocked sid snicker snicker.
Sweet tip toed tried to tipple it topple it rover red rover running ripples of running red river.


She said that its gonna be ok, hey bey don't deny it yay, it said it would come around round too round going like a wheel, don't steal it trip over it again and over and over again. It has a beat
why does it have a beat, treat tickle treacle.
Yes you heard it over and over again, again? yes again and over...no not that shit again. Shit I don't know slip slide it back again shuffle back my way click your eye back at me and then stop so that you die dye die dye die dye die death to the hair.
Sweet
treat

end.

or not?

Shoes

Yes.

I'm stooping this low.

But honestly, I promise some very interesting insights will be made.

The question came up today again, do women assess men by their shoes, and if so why?

I tried to think back to personal experience, and must say I've looked at shoes. I've felt uncomfortable by certain types of shoes. Namely, hiking boots when no hiking was involved, very pointy shoes (I think this goes for both sexes), those thin retro boxer shoes, turtle skin anything,sketchers and overly round caterpilleresque shoes. I must say I've felt uncomfortable around each and everyone of those types of shoes, I've obviously seen past it because I'm not as shallow as you all think I am. But on the whole the more familiar the shoe is to me, the less stressed I will feel when I happen to look below the knee-line.

Why did I do this? I've come up with several hypotheseseses. I consider myself to have insanely good taste in stuff. Having grown up around very high end stuff, having at the same time rolled around in the mud in said high end stuff, I know what is stylish and what is pure crap. This has absolutely nothing to do with price at the end of the day, it has to do with elegance, imagination, a child-like spirit, a level of romance and a kind heart. Yes all those things can go into dress. Now I'm not saying I'm a fashion guru of any sort and I wouldn't possibly be able to predict a next wave of fashion cool. All I know is what I like and what I don't like, and a lot of people have agreed with me in the past. Yes beauty is subjective, but I don't think utter crap is.

EITHER WAY, I think when you look at a guy's shoes and you sigh like phew I can relate to that, that fits in my world or even Whoa I've never felt comfortable with that before but I think I want to try hard to fit it into my world, THEN its a small clue maybe one nth of the gazillion other hormonal and evolutionary things that will tell you the man is a good potential mate.

Notably, my boyfriend has an awesome taste in shoes :)

Aaand that's why we will have millions of babies together.

No I'm not shallow.

Just accepting a little tip my evolutionary familiarity electro waves in my brain has given me.

Aww, how the free ones dream of eternal servitude...*sigh*

In a land where all the looks are hollow. In a placeless place you find me. Puff of smoke, starting out forceful and then bellowing out and swirling thickly backwards yet gracefully sweeping forth its opaque bulbous body.

Sift and sway.

Should we find her working hard behind this cloud? Rushing around a big ball of stress trying to juggle important priorities in her life?

Or find her somewhat disheartened after some bloody elitist belgian illustrators grind their embittered feet into her sensitive artist soul? To then, hardened yet motivated by brutal and traumatic rejecting entrance exam, find her conquering the art world and making her self a household name? Wiiiith the help of some sympathetic illustrator woman who is willing to teach a naive girl about the harsh art world? And additionally of course having to get some art-institution job on the side so that the real world does actually start to sink for the first time in 21 years? Finally of course for some reason, as a promise to dearest Daddy, send her 3 useless transcripts to some American uni in Europe so that they tell her she couldn't possible graduate anywhere else in under 2 years? Sounds like a marvelous plan as well.

Which one will it be oh gods of inevitability?
A slave to the system or a slave to the everybody else?

Hmmmmmmm...