This was done fairly quickly. It's one of those self-exploratory self portraits that my therapist from years ago said I should do when I'm in one of my moods. I don't know why I still listen to him anyway... but yeah. I guess sometimes it can be therapeutic.

"Weak And Powerless" Because sometimes, that's just how I feel.

Song: Weak And Powerless
Artist: A Perfect Circle

"Tilling my own grave to keep me level.
Jam another dragon down the hole.
Digging to the rhythm and the echo
Of a solitary siren.
One that pushes me along and leaves me so...

Desperate and ravenous.
So weak and powerless
Over you.

Someone feed the monkey
While I dig in search of China.
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom.

Desperate and ravenous.
So weak and powerless
Over you.

Little angel go away,
Come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today,
I'll never hear a word you say.
Promised I would a little
Solace and some peace of mind.
Whatever;
Just as long as I don't feel so...

Desperate and ravenous.
So weak and powerless
Over you."

*Afterthoughts!*

I suppose I should clear my name, slightly, in saying that no- not all of those scars are self inflicted. The obvious ones are, but I'd like to let you guys laugh at me at what a dumbass I can be when it comes to the rest.

Forehead at the hairline- Fun story. I saw Scrooge McDuck jump into his gold and swim, and I decided that I wanted to swim in my toys, and dove head first from the top bunk into the toybox. Lucky for my, I missed and knocked myself out on the corner. I was five or so.

Forehead above the eye- Car accident.

Cheek next to nose- Part of an old dog bite, I think.

Lip- Another dog bite, but I don't think it's the same one the cheek scar came from.

Left arm at the elbow- Cat! EVIL cat! (not one of mine.)

Two on back of left hand- Burns from the oven rack.

Backs of fingers on left hand - A rose thorn ripped through my hands when the foliage got caught in the teeth on the processing machine at work. FUCKING OW!

The end. ^_^