Wonderland.

            So I've come to realize that this blog o' mine is not doing anything for anyone. That's not what I wanted. I got a blog to express creativity and find inspiration by rambling. I hoped to give inspiration as good as I had gotten. And I'm failing. Horribly.

            The new plan? To actually say things. Let's see... 

            I watched Labyrinth with my step sister last night. We didn't pay too much attention to it, so I don't feel as if I've seen it. But we watched the beginning like hawks. The goblins. "Just say it. I wish the goblins would take you away. Right now." What kind of exact wording is that? David Bowie / Glitter Monster deciding to throw the baby around. Still wondering how they filmed that, exactly. I'm hoping he didn't actually throw the baby. But... it's Bowie. So it's not as if I wouldn't believe he'd do that. 

            I guess I basically don't have a point other than to tell you something about random pieces of literature, movies, and other things that your mind can draw some inspiration from.

           Though, if you're planning a movie where babies are stolen, I suggest the Spanish version. Pan's Labyrinth. I might be insulting people by saying that it's better. But it's better if you're into more of a horror than a glitter wonderland. Just saying.

Ladybugs.

Lady bugs are hermaphroditic. 

They must lead amazing lives.

It is my plan for the world.

Pansexualism.

Free love.

For all.

Without prejudice.

Without cheating.

There'd be no need.

For lies.

For hatred.

For bigotry. 

If we were all ladybugs,

Life would be...

Immaculate.

Supersonic Man

Not my picture. I take no credit.

My hero. My idol. 

Brilliant and honest.

Purest of voices.

This man is music, life, inspiration.

Flamboyancy and extravagance. 

Freedom and love.

Creation.

Belief.

Perfection.

Freddie Mercury <3

Not my gumdrop buttons!

Do you know the Muffin Man?

The Muffin Man?

THE MUFFIN MAN!

Yes, I know the Muffin Man. Who lives on Drury Lane?

Well, she's married to the Muffin Man.

The Muffin Man?

THE MUFFIN MAN!!!

She's married to the Muffin Man....

It's that time of year ^-^ 

CHRISTMAS!!!!!

I love Christmas. Music and movies and books all dedicated to being happy. Family that you hate shows up.

There's angry people and drama and OH SO MUCH FUN! I think that Christmas is more than just

presents. It's telling people how much you love and care about them. And sometimes how much you don't.

Which wouldn't be a problem if some people were just... not fail at life? I think it'd solve just about

everything, eh? But anycow, the movies and the candy canes and the cold have gotten me all in-spirit.

I really want eggnog, horror films, and sugar cookies. But this is fine for now. Beautiful on its own.

By the way, I went eat at a frozen yogurt place this weekend, and it was probably the most amazing thing 

in the world. Go try it. Tutti Frutti's.

Story time?

Outside your door is a girl in a mask and she's weeping.

You don't know what she's standing there for, but she's bleeding.

So you open the door and let her inside and she smiles.

Her eyes look at you, perfect, open, and wide as her tears hit the tiles.

You take her pale hands to make them warm and she laughs.

You feel her humor, a push of gentle wind as it'll pass.

You wrap her up in a blanket and you realize she's cold.

And you realize her face is so young, yet her eyes are old.

They're mirrors, you notice, keeping you inside them in a trance.

You keep her to you and dance a broken, hollow dance.

And she inhales you like the night takes the stars in its fold.

She takes your every beginning, every end, your very soul.

When Reality Knocks...

Lock Your Door

Reality is optional in my world. 

Reality is a fence. It tries to keep you locked up, seeing things as logic.

I have my own "logic." More or less the opposite.

My wife says it's "unlogic."

It makes sense. To me.

In my world, the sky opens in the morning and closes at night.

When you sleep, the world is gray. Your eyes open and they find the color. Make it for themselves.

If we saw in black and white, it would make like boring and miserable.

So our eyes make the color for us.

Dreams are purposefully nonsensical.

They show the inner workings of your mind.

Your brain should run faster than your feet can.

Your mouth should have to work to keep up.

Everything is as you want it to be.

Don't get caught in the fence.

Be the lamb that escapes it.

That girl is monster.

Pasted to the wall with her-

Bright eyes.

Can we stop all this-

Madness?

She'll haunt until you drown in your-

Own cries.

Never a hint of humanity.

Sadness.

I've decided to start this blog because it's gotten to the point where I need one. I can't rant anywhere else due to unwanted eyes watching my every move and character limits on whatever I say. Therefore, I realized that I needed a way to scream without anyone there to put the tape over my mouth and shut me up. 

Also, I figured it'd be fun. All the important things, added to pictures, and stuck on a wall. 

So, just an intro? I'm a total nerd. I like Doctor Who and British science fiction. I like German bands and indie and eighties music and some screamo. I mostly like music that makes me feel like it's okay to stand apart from a crowd. To me, Queen is the greatest band ever. I paint when I'm upset. I write when I'm calm. I bounce off of walls when I'm happy.

I constantly quote The Mighty Boosh and Alex Day and Chance & Andy. It's just what we do. I love Tim Burton and television shows. I used to read all the time, and now I don't have the time to read. 

This is just the beginning of the game for me.

<3