poeloki

Check you out with your mouth on my tit.

been like a fucking ghost lately: in and out of reality pretending I've been in it the whole time. I've been up for almost three days now. why? why the fuck not. I've just been kinda psycho lately. Making, making what? What do you care. At first I was snorting ritalin to stay awake and make art, but now I don't need to snort anything. My fucking brain is keeping me awake better than any drug could.


humbling
and an object made specifically for public view that should not be viewed. or should not be viewed.
filtered product
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sharing me, life
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consentual voyerism.

Here is the kind of bullshit keeping me awake. It's just brain excrement deposited into semi tactile form to possibly construct a self-satisfying conclusion for annoying art critique I had tonight. The critique was of a self portrait series. I was accused of (in a very passive agressive fashion) being self absorbed. I'm not looking for an answer. I guess I just want to let you know that she is a fucking cunt and I'm an idiot, for listening to her, for letting her get to me. I know her very well, but don't like her very much. Part of me still respects her opinion. I really think she was trying to just be constructive, but her jealousy got a freudian hold of her fucking mouth. That's all. glad I cleared that up. fuck I wish I had a million dollars.