Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.
Up and at ’em.
Everything’s coming up Milhouse.
“I have this vision y’know, I thought what if we could turn these rock concerts into that moment when you’re a kid and you think that there’s nothing that could ever go wrong in the world. Everything could be fucking perfect, just for a little bit, a little moment in time.
I thought, what is that moment to me? And that was like the gym class in elementary school, right. Where you have these parachutes, and they throw these parachutes out over your head, right?
It’s fucking brilliant and… everything is right in the world.”
“This one’s called Synesthesia.”
“Sure, that’s what I mean,” Doc Daneeka said. “A little grease is what makes this world go round. One hand washes the other. Know what I mean? You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”
Yossarian knew what he meant.
“That’s not what I meant,” Doc Daneeka said, as Yossarian began scratching his back.
“He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt”
Never give up. never surrender!
(Activate the Omega 13)
Usually if I don’t draw for long periods of time, it means something is wrong with me. Which is true, but I’m working on that.
Things I’ve learned in my time off: