Wednesday, August 3, 2016


I call myself an artist. What does that even mean? It so pretentious. I don't know. I do know, I'm compelled to draw, paint and create. What am I making? I create things that inspire me that I enjoy making with no other voice but my own. But my work is all over the place with no plan laid out. Maybe I should make plans but that is not fun. I do that at work. I don't know. Going to sleep. Insomnia sucks. I'm writing nonsense right now. I can write nonsense because no one reads this. Which is cool.   

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