three weeks. three weeks left.

i'm going to miss twitching in unison with all the other artphags, being kept away from it all, gazing and being gazed at, my coffee cup, my sanctum, my precious muddled 'space'

do u like my art? like rly?


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can i please mangle you, strap you to a pouch on my front side. yes please i said, disposable at her knees ( Read more... )

Let us return to what was said about time! We, brittle fountains of biochemical processes , are indissolubly united with the local physcics of which we are part, thus relentlessly left at the mercy of the passing of time. This means that every moment, every "now", we lose what was "now" just a moment ago. In other words, loss is possible at every ( Read more... )

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be autonomous they said, their rooms filled with coins stuck to the floor. it's just taking like so long to kick in. i saw my christmas thrown into the hallway, scattered atop the carpet. it's a good thing i learnt what emancipation meant the other day ( Read more... )

Does love really depend on how many rooms you have between eachother? at arms length, at knees length. the width of my left eyeball. i cannot remember dreams, only sleep. for the masses.

i don't play games (as in the gaming kind) but recently somebody suggested looking at life as a game. i'm going to give it a go. or perhaps i already am.

today: i am going to make something beautiful and apply some far fetched meaning to it. the joys of being an art student.

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i'll clean the surfaces, but i daren't look inside.