Just kidding. I been sleepy sleeepy slleeeeeeepppy little boy today cuz I stayed up most of the weekend working on some art. I never really got it when I was younger. I heard alot of stories about how artists suffered anonymously for their entire lives, living in poverty, afflicted with demons of all kinds. I scoffed. I really did. I was like, “pfffff, he cut off his ear? what a homo!”.
maybe thats a bad example. I don’t want to scare anybody away lol. but i feel like i am literally killing myself….sacrificing my health to the god of art. its hard to explain. i stay up way too late…..way way way too fucking late. i sacrifice too much, i ingest solvents and eat paint and take drugs and light cigarettes just cuz i want the ashes to smear on some bitches eye to get a quick shadow on a canvas.
way more shit then that. i just woke up so i’m not making sense which is great for my first entry on this horrible wordpress blog that i was shamed into beginning by an insane woman named Michelle Manire. as if i don’t already spend way too much time doing this type of madness.
duh…i am an idiot. but once i’m dead watch out. i’ll be a famous idiot plucked out of the ashes of obscurity by the fickle god of popularity. my future generations fortunes are assured.
good night now. i am literally starving and its time for some nourishment other then marlboro lights, insanely hot bloody mary mix and sour patch kids.
Anthony Mandich Artist-Sycophant-Narcissus’ younger hotter