frustration incorperated
My computer has a virus and I can not get rid of=the G*D D!@#$D bastered !!!!!!lava soft EPIC FAIL, Adawar fail , Norton fail , macafy fail fierfox fail
I am supposed to see my friend tomorrow the only friend I really have in Richmond so far. And am excited about that. I have never been good at making friends; I mean people like me al l. Right but as far as actively perusing a friendship I am passive I let people come to me ad being in a forin city that scares the hell out of me I don’t put myself out there like I should in order to make new friends. and what if what if
what if
It will be nice to chill out from all these thoughts inside my head for a bit
But what if
To hold the cards tight my chest or not o hold them that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
To lie the cards down and fold no more to lay all bare no that is to open the door to the
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,
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If I follow my own advice I will remember the grape upon the tong untasted is the sweetest
I am suppose to be doing some art work for them but have no idea what to do iv started 2 art works for them im goanna let them decide witch 1 to complete.
Sometimes as I go thru the galleries of other artists on here I wonder, am I really an artist or just a talent less fool with dilutions of grandeur? There are so many artists out there whose work looks so much better than mine. There are 18 year olds with more talent for realism 15 year olds with an understanding of depth and shadow that make my art look like a retarded 3 year old did it. There is so much amazing art out there. I fell mine is completely worthless next to it .the vastness of my lake of skill and talent is beyond staggering, who am I fooling, I suck. A few months ago I took some of my work to a gallery and they told me as much they said I had o talent and not to waste any one else time and they hoped I understood that my art is worthless and I should do something else because I will never be any good .may be they are right you know I practice and practice I don’t see any vast improvement over the years. I still cant get symmetry or for shorting down. At 32 I am only marginally better than I was at 17.
"X-Amount Of Words"
Relapse
Prevent trigger intent
Now drown
High strung
Say X amount of words
You're solar, bipolar
Panic disorder
Seems harder and harder and harder
Still you try to control it
You mold, you mold
Yeah you shape to mold
Oh you're bold you're bold
But your shape is bold
You're a symptom superficial
To what they call knowing you
Minus the speed,
Could you imagine the phobia?
Your brain is faulty wiring
the reason for tiring
Keep treating the curse,
Imagine the worst
Systematic, sympathetic
Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
Your heart is prosthetic
A plate of quite peculiar
On a dish of my own
A tablespoon of feather
tickle me to the bone
Give me recipes for happy
with the chemicals gone
Drinking freedom from a bottle
to the tune of belong
I'm sick of shaking
never waking
from the hell I achieve
I never knew you till you left me
with the crying disease
Another curing, reassuring
way to buckle the knees
So mistreated, I repeated
Never blessing your sneeze
Now deleted and defeated
I will stand on my own
Yeah your memory that punches me
has broken the bone
Give me recipes for sorry
I'm admitting I'm wrong
Still your memory that punches me
has broken the bone