I have been burried under a barrage of paint, sketches, frisket scraps, bristol paper, markers, and books. I love my new school, and this new found feeling of productivity that prior schools failed to invoke. I've been rather high strung of late, all the fucking coffee I have been drinking doesn't help. The ironic twist of the last few weeks is
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also, aren't you an enigma now, goodness.
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