My brains are growling for something different, melting in all the wrong directions.
I think I like smoking(cigrets) for all kinds of different reasons; I just love the great out doors. So fucking rugged.
I need to shave. A lot.
I can be talked into almost anything, my belief system is lacking entirely in anything static. Waaait, isn't that kind of static?
wat?
Anywat, I've been painting, aaand drawing and musicing and pizzaing all the fucking time. I'm not sure if I don't share things I've made because I'm lazy or because I lose a small chunk of anonymity everytime. I wonder how long I can continue my voyeurism in life. I'm an all-the=time lurker. I honestly feel that my words, actions, sounds and many smells can only contribute to the breakdown of anything substantially honest society has managed to eek out for itself. Just tiny little chisels, nibbles. Snack sized cavities of reality that no amalgam will ever really be able to replace. Not honestly anyway. Been thinking about that fine line on every dentist's mind where they make the call to either fill the gaps or just scrap the tooth entirely and replace it with a brand spankin new one.
I need to patch my bike tire, again.
I need to see a dentist.
I need to stop sleeping all day.

But I won't.

I might upload more pictures soon and I might look at some other pictures soon.
Till then, thanks for lookin, reading and enjoying.

Vaya Con Dios, bastards