I've noticed lately that I'm having an imaginative spark...a little uprising from the dull life I've been leading for the past three years or so. The past three years of high school.
Along with this Imaginative spark, is a need or a want for things to be 'wicked', yes WICKED, it's my favourite word. I think that my need for this wickedness is sort of a means of making me feel better, better about myself, who I am, the people around me.
If all the dirty secrets, anger, cruelty, evil, gruesome details were put into art form, visual or literate. The world would be a better place. don't hate him and kill him, hate him, and write about how you hate him, why you hate him.
People judge the dark and dank work cruely, they put it down to insanity, and hatred...emoism.
But they are so wrong, I mean who wants to see a picture of a flower. A single flower. If the flower is drawn well, painted well, it can be very impressive. but would you take the time to go back and see that flower again? Theres bound to be more flowers out there, equally, if not more impressive.
With the wicked works, they are from somewhere deep in the brain, not out in a field surrouded but coutless clones. Oh no, there are wicked thoughts, from the back of the brain, from the shadows of the imagination, which are so different, so random, so evil that you just have to go back and see them, just once more.