They keep telling me that you don’t exist.
But what could that possibly matter.
I can’t feel the rain,
And they are far behind now.
A cockroach can withstand 900 times it’s own weight in pressure, survive on postage stamp glue, and breathe underwater for 45 minutes. Calling someone a cockroach is a poor insult. I should be so lucky to have something in common with the cockroach.
I hope you all find your inner cockroach. Just–you know–not in your clothes or anything.
Every day you have to wake up and find your own screwed up way to make peace with the world.
Sometimes night comes fast though, and there’s nothing in sight.
So look around, gather what you can from life,
And make a screwed up peace with yourself.
Illustration notes: Personal project, 2 days to complete, Adobe Illustrator
As a kid I always struggled to draw animal jaws from the front. After a little playing around I decided to illustrate one of my drawings with geometric shapes. I colored it with what I can only describe as arcade blue, and here’s what I ended up with.