Aw cripes; I’m a rung Bell

Sensitive Boys Turn Surly in Capitalism

I look at my Posts page and push through 5+ unfinished, un-posted drafts from 2025. I had switched to content for socials seriously in the last couple of years. The amount of unused photos and videos is beyond count.

Hot posts FRFR. Little quote blocks and cuts to planned graphics. Like magazine articles. I wanted to emulate a popular, winning visual structure in our contemporary age…magazines. I loved magazines. In 2020 during the pandemic a re-subscribed to MAD magazine. My high school bedroom was covered in clippings of rude cartoons and well-inked snips of pretty people, newspapers.

Chaos! I felt my imagination running faster than my fingers. I reveled in the universe of stories, and making images. I felt a family of makers with me; especially those awkward nerds.

I think I still hear the Muse. Just tired more often. And my manners made me feel like drawing in a social setting was rude. Maybe I should be a little rude.

Chaos! I take better care of my body along with my creative spirit. I quit some of the behaviors that short term felt good but killed my mind and my growth. Listening to Ram Dass on the way to work.

Chaos! I am learning to make stuff because I like making it; AND think about the business end of things in a dualism. DON’T make stuff with profit or praise in mind but DO look at the things you made and consider your audience, measure your success.

Make silly stuff and share it. Flow and flow it to people no matter the money. Love yourself even when you step in it. I hope we can support each other, creative people. I hope you can earn money without losing your should and make art without cheapening your wonder.