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Unlucky Is My Middle NameAll my lucks worn off got my lucky sweater ripped off.Unlucky Is My Middle Name by InkyDinkyWho
Oh lucky me, I got stung by a spelling bee!
Got trampled down on a merry-go-round.
Broke thirteen mirrors made of Plexiglas then
I slipped and broke my ass.
My black cat scratched up my face…
This place is so small I need more space…
My shamrock lost its leaves then I tore a hole on one of my sleeves.
My lucky horse shoe’s upside-down on my dead horse in the ground.
I lost my lucky socks, now the car is up on blocks…
Unlucky me it’s clear to see I even messed up grammatically.
Perhaps I should just turn in, get up tomorrow and try again.
I have neglected Deviant Art for a long time now. And more than that I’ve neglected my art in all forms, I do not paint, I do not sculpt, I gave up FX makeup, mask making, and costuming, I have stopped doing tattoos, I barely draw and when I do it is forced. The only thing I do nowadays is crochet and that’s only when I’m depressed to take my mind off of things. Hell, I can’t even find the words to finish my novel after five years of typing.
Two years ago I moved to a tiny dirt ball town in the middle of nowhere (No not with Eustace and Muriel Bass) where my creativity is stifled and thanks to my failing health I have no drive to create anymore.
Consider this a confession…
I think is what I’m getting at here is I feel I should apologize for giving up. Giving up on my inner artist and leaving my muse out in the cold. And though I know few will see this I feel maybe, just maybe if I put it out there in the universe admit my fault and acknowledge what has happened I can start to rebuild.
I do not promise I will run from the computer and paint a masterpiece or sculpt an epic idol but I will say maybe after today I will fight my fatigue, my pains and my own self-doubt long enough to try.
I promise here and now to try.