So in doing Radars commissioned work (he asked for an amnesiac on a world tour) I found I already had it. The original title for the horrible writing was Life Through Time, that was crap. Total, utter, it came out of Radars ass and onto the page crap. (I insult not your drawing, just your writing cause I've never seen any)
This was AWESOME. It gave me an opportunity to look back, tell myself I sucked, and make it better. (Something I'll be able to do again in a year or so) Which, in turn, improves my writing, or so I think. Your opinions matter not, MY JOURNAL!
Through all the cutting, pasting, destruction, and reanimation of all the language I found that whenever I think I make something awesome, that view changes within a few minutes. Thus my arrogance is that I suck and I know it, yet I continue to pump out what we can call art. Can should probably be in quotes for certain reasons, but who cares.

My skull candy headphones come... eventually, then I'll be able to actually use my iPOD again..

In my writings, the only ones I still consider to be good are those that are HUGE metaphors. Random spur of the moment poems which I think sound amazing while writing always end up bothering me later. But they get their point across. I'm not sure if I just dislike the content, (I'm an RPG type of guy) or if it's just the lack of style. (World of Warcrafts GUI sucks)
Once upon a time, all anyone ever said was, well I like this "insert what they like". Well, we know what that means. EVERYTHING BUT "insert what they like here" SUCKS! Yes, at least in literature when you ask for a critique, if someone just pops up and goes "Holy shit, I like "insert thingy here"!!!!" then it's probably legit. Go figure.

I want my headphones.... Metal sounds SO bad through ipod ear buds... /cry

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy commissions, yeah. Radar, eventually, anyone else, you matter not.