Millions of man hours, one simple product.

Its like sitting on the edge of a massive cliff overlooking the most majestic dynasty you could possibly imagine. Brilliant, shining, ancient monolithic structures of grandeur...

Except you're facing the other way, staring right into the forest you walked out of.

Augh, its ridiculously frusterating. I need to start breaking away from this stupid stale life of mine and building the Me i want to be. I've got the image of me i like just fine, but not the life.

Unfortunately for me, being an artist is not exactly the best way to fly off into the social horizon. Most likely, i won't be even remotely useful until i'm dead.

What artist isn't?

So in my struggle to do something worth while, i sort of... blah-out. I'm blah. blah blah blah.

I can see the steps i need to take, and all the great things those steps lead to, but god damnit it takes a long time. And why does it all seem related to money? or the idea of money perhaps. Or maybe the root of it all is my lack of motivation to make said money.

Maybe, i'm just a retard.

bedrrrrt.


Anyway, the point of this post is...

i am sick of doing the same old shit.

bleh.