Zenzotron

Nope, I don't think that one word can adequately discribe it, nor can that simple emoticon yonder, nope. There are oft feelings inside that just, for the life of you, defy the ability to be expressed; rather, they defy the form of rational expression that is accepted by society. There is nothing that is stopping the feeling from being expressed except that little thing known as a social more. Spitting with rage and disgust is generally frowned upon, as is beating the living daylights out of inanimate objects. The urge to beat into submission an artifact which vexes me grows stronger as time passes, the impulse to smash the object, to rend it piece from piece increases in power and frequency at a rate which I would deem alarming. Oh to have the rage unfurl inside like a great serpant rearing up, preparing to strike is a feeling which I loathe. My very hatred for the feeling only serves to further fuel it, increasing the seriousness of the situation. I should go before I do something.

- Zen
'Don't lie to me, I see through the words you're saying...don't cry for me when you're nights are cold and lonly.'

As it stands, I have just found a load of pictures I colour a while ago, I'm thinking of bringing themto Deviant, as a kinda 'This is where I was' to compare with some newer stuff. Another prompt for this is the fact that the site that I had all of these pics on [my website] has escentially died; this is due to the fact that I no longer liked the host, and pure laziness on my part. On the same note, I may start posting actual pictures [oh-me oh-my!], especially if I start going on little photoexpeditions with now that is a way to spend an evening!

Anywho, it's back to 'work' with me; working on a site, I really want to get it 'done' soon, it looks kinda cool

- Zen
'Restless tonight, 'cause I wasted the light.'

Yeah, it's new!

Why is it the more that I move the more I seem to hurt those around me? How is it that to make one happy I must utterly destroy the other? What kind of a choice is that? It ISN'T is what it is. One NEVER wants to be placed in that kind of a situation, though one may dream of it, if you ever experience it, if you truely love, you will wish you had never experienced it, it is more pain than it is worth.

- Zen
"Ever distraught by what occurs..."

It abounds within us, all the different levels of play, from one game to the next; life is one giant stream of information. The levels constantly shift, their contents too, moving about endlessly, impossible to track. One might even wonder why some of us even try anymore, it being so difficult to even keep one's feet upon some shred of stable ground. But strive on we much, trying be be is one of the greatest things about the human race, the fact that we can aspire to be something.

- Zen
"Spreading and splitting,
We are oft spread apart.
Our minds reeling,
Empty deep in our heart..."