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to school! to sculpture. one hour late but its okay.
i dont care.
i dont really care about anything.
like i give a shit. like i give. like i give a shit. like i give.
i feel beautiful now.
my new scar tattoo. what spurs me to do it? what spurs me to do it?? yesterday. yesterday, the day before, every day after day after day, all the days piling up ontop of eachother.
yesterday in printmaking class, and a combination of everything over the last few months, days, years, everything that piles up inside and around us. what spurs me to do it.
gonna have to go over it again and again.
anyway, i have all modesty and humility but i see the human body, mine especially, as something for me to carve and decorate and smash into and mutilate. i see mine as something for me to do with as i please, as a canvas on which to bleed and protest, express my anger and pain.
i dont care.
i dont really care about anything.
like i give a shit. like i give. like i give a shit. like i give.
i feel beautiful now.
my new scar tattoo. what spurs me to do it? what spurs me to do it?? yesterday. yesterday, the day before, every day after day after day, all the days piling up ontop of eachother.
yesterday in printmaking class, and a combination of everything over the last few months, days, years, everything that piles up inside and around us. what spurs me to do it.
gonna have to go over it again and again.
anyway, i have all modesty and humility but i see the human body, mine especially, as something for me to carve and decorate and smash into and mutilate. i see mine as something for me to do with as i please, as a canvas on which to bleed and protest, express my anger and pain.