Pretty much.
If it wasn't for the 7 odd pound lump of love that just ate its way out of my sister's no-no hole, I would probably feel like "god", or karma, or "the way", or Zoroaster, or Thor, or Natural Selection has totally been taking a giant shit atop my general location for the past couple weeks.
But ALAS, all is well and good. I'm turning my frustration and heartache into some thing. What that thing is, I'm not all too sure right now. It's first manifestation is the following painting titled "Love":
Interpretations encouraged.
Anyway, my saying for today is: this too shall pass. Or in layman's terms: Suck a bag of dicks!
