got some new paint today people. will I have time to paint? if I do will I have anything I want to paint, or just end up splaggerpasting on the sheets with the vigor of a baby that just discovered sauce? o_o must not let the fear of sucking prevent me from squidoodinschnoodling.
gas masks selfish tasks
snobs in person, cunts online stripped of empathy, defensive mind strangers hide behind anonymity plastic and fake creativity cliches and pedantic rhetoric emotional heuristics; a gimmick glimpsing through dirty glasses blaming the filth on the masses without compassion, relation decays yet with, manipulation sways projecting the damage that's been done to you that's all you were taught to do when you stop questioning the life you live what reason have i to forgive?