So I know I may have been kind of off kilter here....like some kind of Helter Skeletor broke down beast man...not the one from those videos you found in your uncles basement....the orange one from the cartoons.
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When I come down to the wire I'm like a fireball from Ryu. Its women and children first. Yeah that's right I take back all the good things I said about king Kong and the Beastie Boys. So fuck mike d....or was he the one that died? I dont even remember, I mean I help free Tibet every time I go to the public rest room.
i think some of my hobbies may be dying like the honey bees or at least becoming lords of the flies. Lost and without reason I think my hobbies may be killing one another for the simple fact that they serve no purpose. I do like my time here...even when I do suffer the block like a clogged up sink with seventeen years of used diaphragms and a dirty diaper shoved in it. Its the other hobbies I need to reaffirm...or confirm DOA.
Did you ever go back and look at past work to inspire new work? Or feel that when your not before the desk the easel or the crowd everything came more natural? Like big naturals here none of the fake shit....I'm sure...you have....well no probably not as if you come here you probably have a nicely flayed out leisure time suited to beating your self up before or after you spouse did. Maybe you like it and this serves as sensory deprivation akin to needle and thread masturbation for you.
You know something I fucking hate? Other than people, the police, work, food, rain, happiness, sunshine....intelligent *supposedly* life? People fucking coughing. That's right I get so fucking sick of hearing someone coughing out of their fucking breathing hole like a whale with a golf ball shoved up its ass. QUIT FUCKING SMOKING OR GTFO.
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