:: Idle Neurosis ::our day to day sporadic revelations about this thing many refer to as life. Grab bits and pieces, toss aside what you will, for this is a purely theraputic medium for our insanity. ''cuz one time, when i was high...'', ben and jerry's at 11:00pm doesn't mean a thing... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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:: Monday, August 12, 2002 :: i have a blank canvas begging for some color.......huff just left my house and now i'm going crazy wondering if there is any creativity left in me tonight. i'm hoping for some sort of inspiration, but inspiration comes when it pleases....it comes when you least expect....it leaves you wondering who wrote the incredible poem in your journal, because it sure as hell wasn't your uncreative self. i promise myself i won't sleep until my hands are covered in paint......
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