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i am always going to paint t shirts and i am always going to pretend i am on drugs.
sometimes i look at my sketchbook
and where there is NO drugs
i wonder what it would be like WITH drugs
because sometimes
all this shit
makes no fucking sense
but i have no excuse
its just me
and my brain
and my hands
creating this systematic mess
that actually holds a story.
mr hammer
i dont even know what to say
the concept and the product
everything about it is perfect
and now it hangs on my wall
and i just stare at it
wondering what it all means
because everything about it is an interpretation of me
in puple pink black and blue.
"and all i need now is intellectuallll intercoursssse"
and i have no concept of time other than it is flyinnggg
that might be a lie
or it might not
ryan looked at my book and said
you have a really good concept of time
you cant see air OR time.
all i really want is some justice
for everyone
fuckin
we could all find someone to blame for our bad attitude and bitter approach to life.
just most people try not to.
or maybe too many people already do.
i dont know.
everything i think contradicts another thing i think
we're all deranged.
just some people get held up above that sort of fire.
material security
in natures most superficial form.
i created it
and now i bask in it.
bask in the glow of my eight million dollar computer.
because im better than everyone.
you cry you live you lose you love you bleed you scream you learn
yeh
you do learn.
and thats just what im gonna do.
fucking learn.
people hide more than money in books.
remember that always.
september 25th, hello.
this year
is going to bring a lot of changes
or maybe not so many at all
but either way
its going to be wierd
but im going to keep on living
keep on learning in all the wrong ways.
and love is just the worthiest damnation
spelled in letters and words that i dont undestand
because i didnt write them.
you've already won me over.
sometimes i look at my sketchbook
and where there is NO drugs
i wonder what it would be like WITH drugs
because sometimes
all this shit
makes no fucking sense
but i have no excuse
its just me
and my brain
and my hands
creating this systematic mess
that actually holds a story.
mr hammer
i dont even know what to say
the concept and the product
everything about it is perfect
and now it hangs on my wall
and i just stare at it
wondering what it all means
because everything about it is an interpretation of me
in puple pink black and blue.
"and all i need now is intellectuallll intercoursssse"
and i have no concept of time other than it is flyinnggg
that might be a lie
or it might not
ryan looked at my book and said
you have a really good concept of time
you cant see air OR time.
all i really want is some justice
for everyone
fuckin
we could all find someone to blame for our bad attitude and bitter approach to life.
just most people try not to.
or maybe too many people already do.
i dont know.
everything i think contradicts another thing i think
we're all deranged.
just some people get held up above that sort of fire.
material security
in natures most superficial form.
i created it
and now i bask in it.
bask in the glow of my eight million dollar computer.
because im better than everyone.
you cry you live you lose you love you bleed you scream you learn
yeh
you do learn.
and thats just what im gonna do.
fucking learn.
people hide more than money in books.
remember that always.
september 25th, hello.
this year
is going to bring a lot of changes
or maybe not so many at all
but either way
its going to be wierd
but im going to keep on living
keep on learning in all the wrong ways.
and love is just the worthiest damnation
spelled in letters and words that i dont undestand
because i didnt write them.
you've already won me over.