Who mme? I just wander from room to room...

he wanders..
from room to room..
knocking each door..

he constantly questions himself:
who am i around?
what are they doing to me?
what have they got me readin?
what have they got me sayin?
where do they have me goin?
what do they have me thinkin?
and, more importantly, what do they have me becomin?

and now.. he believes that life does not get any better by chance..
it gets better by change!

the person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being... his heart withers if it does not answer another heart.. his mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration..

about this sketch: dunno who this guy is.. got it on the net.. if its you, and u dont wander from room to room, then am srry.. leave me a comment and maybe i'll buy you booze.. lets get even..
(srry bout the poor picture quality.. will have a scan up soon..)

watch this space for a poem by azka..

Jim Morrison is dead...

Jim Morrison is dead.. and I'm not feeling too good myself..
herez the new roadhouseBLUES99 logo..
going forward, all digital versions of my charcols will carry this logo..