Vessel of Anger

This too shall pass. It really will. Tomorrow is a new day and it will be pretty grand, from what I can tell. In fact, it's passing now as I try to type this description, and I've randomly decided to start listening to Bjork, who is a goddess who calms me with her lovely voice. Ay me...
But as for the meaning of this piece:
For one, it's menstruation week. That means my emotions are high strung and raw. But this does not in any way symbolize the blood of THAT. Haha. Except for maybe the blood that runs through my rotten brain.
I over think things. I loath certain situations to the point of letting the thoughts of such completely overwhelm everything else, to a point where I do not want to feel better, I only want to spit and curse on all things I find foul, such as the oil companies, the rich people, the corporate assholes, the apathetic leeches of the world that leave only destruction and filth in their path and so on. Those are the people that I judge harshly, be it fair or not, the bottom line is I have very, very hateful thoughts sometimes. Sorry Buddha and Yeshua...
These angry thoughts tend to collect in my head like accumulating dust--but a lot quicker, might I add, and in greater numbers. So, they weigh down on me. And I carry them, and I can't -spill- them or release them, because I don't know how. I build these mental blocks that prevent me from letting go...

Lately...I have not been very productive in making art, due to an infection of lethargy, and occupying my time with either settling into my apartment or rotting my brain further with the internet. It's an awful condition, really...This is the first real "vent" art I have made in a very long time. So, despite the animosity it embodies, this is actually a good sign that I might be overcoming my current phase of sloth.

Ahh...feeling much better now