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I think I am chocking on my own saliva of uncertainties.
Saliva that I make myself, with my own mouth. With my own glands.
I really need to stop doing that
It's 3:21 in the morning and I have made the ugliest fucking sculpture one could ever produce with two hands. Uglier than my bust, because of the lack of craft. And an even greater lack of giving a damn.
No one likes my bust, she is an ugly cunt.
She's my face, a face only a mother could love.
God, I must be sick.
I should stop listening to Tool, they are a great contribution to my self-loathing
Saliva that I make myself, with my own mouth. With my own glands.
I really need to stop doing that
It's 3:21 in the morning and I have made the ugliest fucking sculpture one could ever produce with two hands. Uglier than my bust, because of the lack of craft. And an even greater lack of giving a damn.
No one likes my bust, she is an ugly cunt.
She's my face, a face only a mother could love.
God, I must be sick.
I should stop listening to Tool, they are a great contribution to my self-loathing