I loved her once, no too long ago.
It was pure, not a stone to throw.
It was good, and it was sweet.
So now I'm sorry for my evil deed.
My act, you see, was very wrong,
For as mild as I can be, I'm very strong.
For in a fit of rage I did
..and now it think it's splendid.
Yes I did it, it was wrong of me,
But I had a good reason, you see.
She broke my heart, and made me sad,
So I broke her neck .and then went mad.
They locked me up, and threw away the key,
But it was not nearly enough to hold me.
So I escaped, and went around,
Cornered and killed, every girl I found.
Took them some time, to catch me again.
But I esc
I don't know how to draw... But often I get paints and begin to scribble something and think that i can draw))))). At the end the ugliness turns out, but the process really inspires me.
I listen music and draw, lose in my own thoughts... I just enjoy it.
Strangely, but at such moments my brain starts to generate billions of brilliant ideas! And if I immediately put paints aside and start doing what I have thought out, I can create something worth and remarkable.
Maybe I should take some drawing lessons...