Oseike's Posts 4:53 am
A sketchfest again! I think I got a bit addicted…. We went for 7 hours today with this one. Slightly different rules, though, which probably helped – we switched who was drawing, in rotation, to let it be a full-screen picture each time.
We each picked a character, and made do with the fighting! Opening theme: corn dogs (sorry, I was put on the spot…)
My character: the eared dude from my last sketchfest. Ensei: Alice from Touhou. Arlen: some guy inspired by a green puppet from Avenue Q.
Oseike's Posts sketches, sketchfest 5:42 pm
I do this sometimes – I get bored, and so I make people I know join me at an oekaki site (actually ‘owned’ by Ensei and Duster) and doodle. I did that last night. It was cool, and I think I got a character out of it. =D
Just gonna upload them funny-new-gallery style.
Themes: something with religion, Natsume Takashi from Natsume Yuujinchou, Tieria Erde from Gundam 00, non-human/with cat ears, elements (earth, wind, fire).
BRose's Posts poem, rocks, sinus infection 4:57 am
So, it got bad enough on Wednesday that I got drugs, and I though that that would make everything good again and turn the world into pretty butterflies (except that would mean that I really was hallucinating, instead of just being out of it.)
So, the good news is that my nose isn’t clogged up, and I can breathe, and I don’t have the unescapable urge to sleep in all my classes (I mean, any more than usual) but I still can’t concentrate to save my soul. I’ve learned that when I am not actively miserable I am better able to notice the world swaying around me.
I know that this is actually a thinning of the liquid of the inner ear, but it feels like the world is swaying.
An, inexplicably, when I can’t concentrate on anything else, I like to write blank verse poetry. The one below, I wrote in a class I don’t like, which might explain line 5, if you get confused.
Still Sick, With Meds
Imaginary breezes in my spine
Send me softly swaying side to side
Between the borders of my desk and mind.
My body still, my thoughts just slosh around.
I never really care, but now, today,
The buzzing words, invisible, are gone.
I feel the flow of murmurs past my ears
But over oily surfaces of brain
It passes by without impact. Words are weak;
Except the ones I make myself and force
Laboriously against the haze of drugs
And snot, caffeine and vacant unconcern.
Ideas wind their way between the hills
Of sedimentary plans and memories
Completely smoothed by boredom, practice, doubt,
And apathy until I can’t hold on.
I look for igneous emotion crags,
Obsessive jutting promontories, bones
Of metamorphic diamond fears and needs,
But handholds are impossible to find
Without a will, a grip, a give-a-damn.
So, gently swaying in my seat, I listen
But hear nothing but fragment words and noise.
