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ah never ceasing, this half-assed creativity that i live in. nothing is done, nothing is acheived... nothing is perfect afterall. the money that these kids pay for their fucking art school is making me sick. sick sick sick. i ought to be on the cover of Starving Artist Weekly. my ego says that i am Starving Artist Weekly. make that daily. hourly. the gods have surely blessed me.

this journal is so very backseat.. i would let any one of you read my alalog journal, if you only could.