About a month ago i borrowed some books from the library. i was just standing in an isle and there on the shelf right in front of me were some books i was very interested in. The first was "the complete idiots guide to songwriting", the other was a hal leonard Book about theory.
i borrowed both books of course and soon discovered something odd in the pages.

When i started flipping through "the complete idiots guide..." i found old blood stains inside of the book. One page stained with a mass of droplets that had bled through a number of pages. Whoever had borrowed this book before me decided to use his/her blood as a highlighter and underline "[the smile i wear is just a mask.]" The theory book also had a underlined part one word made from another "represented."

i'm pretty sure i'll always wonder just who's blood that is.

It's 1230am, i picked the wrong look for this blog by mistake.
so anyway i suppose i should say something about myself.
i'm in my twenties, i'm antisocial, i learned how to draw through issues of wizard magazine and some books i bought on my own. i've got hundreds of sketches from the sketchbooks i have around, but i haven't drawn anything in a really long time. Recently i discovered acrylics and enjoy using watercolours as well.

i've been studying music for a year and a half give or take a few months. i got more interested in it all after i took some guitar lessons
for about a year and learned the basics plus how to read and to some extent write music. Speaking of writing i also dabble in that i used to write alot of stories when i was younger, but as i got interested in music i drifted very slowly toward lyrical musings to help lament all my frustrations about life.

to put it plainly i'm nobody (or everybody else) with alot of hobbies and odd thoughts brooding around your local comic book shop or just being invisible as much as fucking possible.