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I've been having psychic breakthroughs lately. The pinnacle was today in art when I felt the lifeforce flowing through me. Scribbling like a madman, I suddenly popped out the liveliest art. I felt myself let go of fear and anal perfection. I had high command like a virtuoso. After that, I could open up, make friends, and make others feel good. That is what art does to me. It is really my only religion. If I could pray to it, I would. Because it is the only thing I 'get'. After class was over, I felt empty. To have that pencil out of my hand is like a whore without a condom. O Art Diety, I need you.
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