riotheclown

Last night I realized that the icing was too runny, the fondant too cracked and my over all aesthetic pat and poorly executed.

When I was painting I got so I could set my watch by the arrival of such devastating self doubt. I also realized I had to push through it because it was too close to the end to start all over...

Of course I am a fairly unsuccessful artist. Maybe this is the moment of "clarity" that I should pay attention to?

I can't believe in a god cruel enough to make me so tethered to habitual pattern that as I traverse the circle this chain allows me to make, I can only know that am so deeply lost that this trench could be my grave.

Wow, aren't I just so dramatic? It is after all, only cake.