something amazing, i guess

looking for love in all the wrong places….
out of longing for a conversation, i once again found myself on a dating site looking for something amazing amidst the dredges of the dating world (i know that by association, i am also classified as being in the dredges of the dating world.)
i got a lot of attention on the site (i can be easy on the eyes)…but none of it was what i was looking for.
instead of responding to messages, i did these comics in my art journal.
one doof said, “i love your hippie energy.” just so you know, if you call me a fucking hippie in any way or form, i will start foaming at the mouth. i’m punk rock, goddammit.
another guy sent me a poem about a mile long that he wrote years ago. something about merlin & dragons, saying he thought i would like it.
i have used free verse poetry as a means of communication and have enjoyed poetry i’ve found here on wp, but in general, i loathe poetry. i don’t want to read random guy’s poem. especially if it’s a mile long. maybe a haiku next time, guy?
so instead of being a cunt on a dating site, i put my pissiness into my portrait of dorian gray style art journal