The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

-T. S. Elliot

someone read this poem to me today during drawing studio. He said he knew i would love it, and i did. =) this is just a part of the poem. the entire poem would be too long to post here, but go check it out. it's good. real good.

so my digital drawing is.. kinda coming along. have 91/600 frames. goin to do another 49 tonight. and then another 360 tomorrow, and then another 160 saturday. i'm excited. i'll show u all when it's finished.