Self-explanatory

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On the process of creation:

Brain Juice

Distilled thoughts which slop
down on paper like black mud
gritty and viscous
The wade through them
Delicious or sickening, I can't decide
Slats of silt so dark and sweet,
and wide across my vast insides.
Coalescent conceptions wait for their final sauté
A steamy ballet or melting sorbet of the
blind writings of my future protégé
A me which can wipe the left overs away

Brain juices unrefined
break free often from my mind
Tart, bitter, perverse.
Greasy confusion which in the foam rises
through the whirling mentalities of which they're comprised
Spit out on your face, on your hands
and your ego: the frosting of obscene indignation
Stripping my muses of fresh contraband
But everyone yells out false appreciation
for my cognitive custards
As I vomit a slurry of dream elementals
That no one's supposed to understand.

Running Low

My well of previous works is slowly but surely drying up, and soon I'll no longer be able to maintain the pace at which I've been posting. I'm still producing art but only a little bit at a time seeing as it's a hobby and not a career. I will keep this site for as long as possible, and even if I go months between, I'll still update it when I can.

For now, I hope you'll be satisfied with whatever you think this is supposed to be:

I drew it for my cousin who wanted me to draw a wolf, but I instead tried to draw anything but a wolf, and still have the picture look like one. It's almost like one of those hidden picture drawings you find in Highlights magazine at the Dentist's office. How many objects can you find!!