Anonymous asked: are you free?
hey man sup? sorry this is the first time im reading this.
We are sexual creatures and I find that really fascinating, capable of speaking without speeches, through silence…by just transferring energy. I don’t think any true connection has ever come out of empty flattery, if soul comes first. Isn’t that what makes that deep profound connection? Deep connection can let us expand in multi- dimensional nature, so profound and beautiful in its own ways. Each
moment is cleansing rather than degrading explosion of excitements here only to drag us down.
A chance revoked,
In this world of sleepers,
Co relations between our existence,
Swallowed by your seduction,
While I search for a desperate way out.
Digital Illustration [Wacom Bamboo+ Adobe Photoshop CS6]
A lovely Wednesday night collage of breathtaking astronomy pictures.
No caption necessary
Gulping down the last bit of what was left in his mug, he stared dazed across the pub. With Led Zeppelin playing in the background, it seemed to be the perfect setting for a humid weekend; drunks, music and lots of noise. Except everyone would occasionally take a sneak at the social awkward and 20 something college kid sitting all alone on a table of eight ordering pitcher after pitcher. Strange was his appearance, dreadlocks and formal shirt with shorts. Who in the current age even wears that?
“Fuck…where’s that box gone now?” muttered M to himself feeling quite drunk. Finding his box of cigarette’s he felt a sigh of relief and proceeded to walk towards the smoking room, which was in the far corner of the pub.
‘These god-damned smoking laws…just because you smoke…they want to choke you with your own smoke.’
Entering the small cubicle in his thoughts he noticed that it was only occupied by a single drunk girl and was curiously playing with a rubix like object comfortably sitting her tiny palms.
“Could I bum the lighter of you?” asked M to the drunk.
“Sure”, replied the drunk lifting her gaze to look at him. Handing him her lighter she turned away to curiously look and figure out the strange object.
“Do you know what this is? This is really heavy, like metal but has this rigged rubbery texture and feel. Do you want to help me figure this out?”
Feeling perplexed M replied, “‘Ell okay…whatever.”
After fiddling with it for few seconds he returned it to her, still clueless of what it could be. “It does weigh like some heavy metal but feels like rubber, what is it?” asked M.
“I don’t know what this is.”
“Where did you find this?” asked M.
“It came out of my nose.”
Mr Mojo Risin
Self Portrait, Adobe Illustrator CS6