BLAH

I'm a noodle, and so are my doodles. We all collectively rise from the pits of imagination and strive with the breathe of ludicrous reasoning. Where else are they and I to go? Let me staple it down, well, I'm not much of an anything and neither are they. So we all have lunch together and talk about absolutely nothing. I sit around with my sharpie and pens and pencils and let's face it, what comes out isn't magnificent or even worthy of the word 'art'. What comes out however, is sufficient enough to sustain my hungry curiosity. What would it look like if this, and what would that look like if there? I'm not an artist. I will never see myself as an artist, but geez I can at least say I have the mind of one, or the potential to be one if I were good enough. Now now, this isn't a pity speech or anything. I'm not waiting for anyone to say that I'm good. What I am trying to say is, if I am ever going to chase the dream of becoming an artist from my unconscious and make it a reality, I would have a very very long way to go. Maybe I should just stick to sitting in front of the computer all day.