Round Pegs And Square Holes

Pieces and pictures of my mind - a series of illustrations depicting my inner thoughts

Recognition

Creative Gaga

Look, a guy playing the guitar. Happy?

“I’m not musically challenged,” I told my music teacher. I can draw people playing.

Mommy, look. I’m dead!

Most of us are already dead. We just don’t know it yet. Sure, we all inhale and exhale, eat, shit, and engage in pointless small talk, but aren’t we just living because our bodies haven’t given up? Because there’s no other choice?

My dear LCD, you weren’t even alive back then.

I thoroughly enjoyed growing up in the ’90s. I loved everything about that decade. Absolutely everything. The clothes, the art, the music. And most importantly, my good old television set. I miss the programming. I miss good old Fred Flintstone. I miss Bugs Bunny. I want them back. All of them.

Throw ’em forks and knives away.

I hate five star hotels. I hate everything about them. I hate the chandeliers, the well-dressed waiters, the complex menu cards, the unaffordable liquor. And I absolutely hate it when people dig into their burgers and pizza slices with forks and knives. Why the hell did you put on your napkin like a bib? Live a little.

Be free!

Back when I was trying to fit in

Once upon a time, I tried really hard to become a square. I tried and I tried. But now, I’m really glad that I failed.