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This is my haunting question, a question about my existence. This is the question that consumes my energy, periodically? no. every slimy moment of my fucking life. The routine of my day will be constantly interrupted by a compulsive need to see my reflection.It sectioned out in periods of need to have some one look at me, to have them speak to me ( Read more... )

chasing the winged idea that of the expectation, this idea that i had to be greater than my own conviction was my tragic flaw. after reading my last..very long ago entry i've realized that my art is not something to be praised or attribute to talent. the moments of creativity in my life are precious and rare, I will not lift them to pedestals.

I don't deserve to be lonely ( Read more... )

I bought a bike today at
the annual bike auction.
its one hot mama.

now I have to get my self a brain bucket.

Come to the Argyle Art Gallery tomorrow!

there will be pictures but in person is so much better.

"Pssst, the pass word is n3f=25339"

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"are you in?"

oh, then you have to be added by me.
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"remember: there's something to be said for the ones you think of last when there's nothing left to salvage from your fucking past. & i've stopped drawing that scene, i started speaking in tongues, a new state of mind is long overdue, it's time i inhaled with a new set of lungs."