What is ‘want’, but a never ending torment of what we cannot have? Oh, I die inside, for what I wish to have. A war on the inside, a war on the outside, that is want. It is the things I want. The magic. The freedom. The innovation. Yet, this specter of nihilism and religious fundamentalism creep upon me. That, and the ‘traditions’ of the world. Hate to sound this way, I am a den-man, but I love society too. I need success. I need to breathe it. I smell it. It is in the air but I need it now.
im tryna make music and money and toke.
I took this picture while I was stopped at the Sand Lake/Turkey Lake intersection in my car.
I took it because I thought it was weird that a man like this was roaming around Dr. Phillips. I felt bad.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have any cash on me, so all I could do was sit patiently and wait for the light to turn green.
As for the image itself, I did a lot of editing to it. It almost looks like a sketch now.
What do you think?