Title:Sunday
(Cheetos)

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Here the Cheetos I owned ya.

Tomorrow is Sun-day, I mean,….today.
I like Sundays,
that day i rest from work....sometimes.

I like to sit, and think,
and Wonder about things,...Alone.

You know,
the depictions i made in my paintings
i think are almost always about me.

my real body, is weak and pathetic.
but strength is born from weakness.
the old classic,
"nadie me quiere todos me odian mejor me como un gusanito" issue.
Similar to the,
"wandering around the desert eating crickets"

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How to explain things,
and should things be explained.

as your hands dominates the pencil
Your mind dominates your hand
and your spirit dominates your mind.

One after another, each one controls each other.
May you, be in control of all of them all the time.

Take care of your spirit, and you´ll take care of the rest.

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I am so blind,
that i cannot even tell what is Red
and what is Green.

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Dont stop painting they said,
it wont be hard, they said.

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maybe this is just some Weirdo 455 Super Saiyan Charizard
in Borderlands style.

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I dont understand what I do,
but I do them, as they come out,
i dont understand their meaning completely
but They always teach me something new.

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I just saw.... something that i don’t remember.
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I find it ironic, and funny,
that one of my weakness is memory,
is hard to remember who you are every day.
being called, a distracted person.

hey look! I even forgot placing my signature,
I just got so tired of signing and placing dates on things.

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And I will paint again,
But about when will I come back again?
That, I don't know.

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And here is the truth,
that I think this sucks, and that this is embarrassing.
But I think I rather post it and learn to deal with it.
that let it be hidden in the dark, and let my effort be no use.
besides, I want to go to sleep right now.

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We are all trying to send a message about ourselves.

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