The Snow Is So Cold... But My Saltiness Will Keep Me Warm.

Nothing here to see or think

I understood biology, psychology, and even some minor ideas in physics correctly. Yet why is it that I just can't understand love itself. Not as a feeling but as a tool. Love is on the same level as hate in the ways it can consume a person to do some of the most deranged and odd things in the world. But why? Why is it that we let it have this kind of power? Why do we want this feeling if it can make us do all those odd things? Drugs make us do similar things yet people we don't go out of our way to get hardcore drugs all the time. Because we know of the addiction and problems it can bring. Yet we let love do it hundreds of millions of times over and we don't bat an eye. It doesn't even really appear to be necessary for life. Just a series of chemical interactions in the brain that cause us to act and think differently. But if love is just that, another series of interactions. Why is it so powerful? Love itself is like a weapon, With the power to create and destroy all in it's path. I might never understand why it even exists, even after looking at so many examples and experiments. But I will understand one thing. Greed can create a disaster, Apathy can create monsters, Love is the one true emotion that can make a human ,human. For without it a human can only live, but not enjoy life.

This is why you don't mess with art museum exhibits. It grows and consumes your buildings.

Had an idea for a modified Vespa to be turned into something out of Mad Max. As you can tell by the soup cans being used as exhaust and the stop sign plating, as a child I watched alot of Ed, Edd, n' Eddy.

And what do you think of Nacho Man Sandy Cabbage?

The nacho man is the strongest man YOOOO HEAAAAHHH!

Nothing to say today. Just a beaten robot watching the sunflowers grow.

Oh yeah, have this as well. It was a,little something i was working on but I've decided to put on a back burner for now. The first page in a little short 50 page story. Not much but hey, might as well ya know?

Gotten back into spirit. Spent 10 minutes on this one. But i like it.

Isabelle. Cute shih tzu. Also a bit annoying. But she's cool.

Journal entry #0001

I guess a blog is for updating people on your life from a public platform. For nearly the past year I've been mainly shitposting random drawings I've made hoping over time that I'd evolve as an artist, i was wrong. I've barely evolved at all since my first posts. Now though I still want to progress but I need motivation. Originally for a while I was working on a small 30 page story I was gonna post on here to get some feedback but I see that's going to be hard. This blog lives in obscurity, not that I'm complaining I kinda like just being another random voice in the abyss. Yet I want something. That story I was working on has been rewritten and redrawn probably over 15 times by now. I think it's definitely improved allthough i have my doubts on how good it is. I about two months or so I'll have around 50 comic pages of that story completed. I'll post them and I hope someone out in this odd crevasse of the Internet tells me something. I think I've been rambling for too long now. I originally began this post with the idea of what a blog is typically about. Well unfortunately that's the problem. I don't like talking about myself. So that's what's gonna happen gonna post that story, see where it takes me, then i dunno. Well thank you for reading this rambling post, hole you have a nice day. With respect, Cassius Novella the man in the Jungla hovella.

Had a weird dream involving a lighthouse in the middle of a forest. It had these weird metallic pipes jutting out everywhere for some reason. Forgot most of the dream later on during the day but I did a quick sketch of it when I woke up.