Nov 15
So lately (the passed few months.) I've been in NY going to school. AND I DON'T HAVE ANY OF MY ART SUPPLIES!!( I left everything at home.) The only thing I do have is my Nikon. So that's why there is a huge influx of photos. I want my paints and canvas.
Photography isn't really doing a good job to plug the hole in my chest. Only thick, globby, bright, amazingly beautiful, messy paint can do that. Maybe if I start writing again that might help. Right now I'm open to roleplaying, it'll help jump start my brain. If anyone wants to then send me a note, and we can establish an intro and background and what not.
Last night in my dream, I dreamt that Sanable meant Satan and that it was really spelled: Sanetan. I started screaming in my dream : "I'M NOT SATAN!!!!" hahaha it was kinda funny and scary.
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Nov 16
So again Satan was in my dream! That butthole. A riot had broken out infront of my home. The riot was over who was god of the universe, God or Satan. My neighborhood is very peaceful, it's that last place you would expect a riot. Also I had a whole flock of sheep at the side of my house, instead of a garage. And all my littlest lambies died from some kind of plague. There were a few other grostques things, but I choose not to speak of them.










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