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Little DNB banger I made in about 30 minutes out of bits and pieces of so many samples. Not that great. Chuthink?
Is there actually a part of “Do Not Disturb,” “don’t come in,” or “just leave me alone please” that is difficult to understand..
Bah.
Could’ve done something interesting tonight.
But no, I was responsible enough to choose to do schoolwork.
OH HANG ON
I CAN’T DO SQUAT BECAUSE THE TAFE INSTRUCTIONS ARE FUCKING STUPID.
Online Course implies that the course is ONLINE.
If you’re in an online tafe course, which eliminates the need to leave the house as some people cannot physically do so, hence why they’re enrolled in the course, should they be creating assignments in which you have to go to stationary shops, buy different types of paper, print on them, and then mail them/take them into the tafe?
Just does not add up.
I cannot afford bus fares.
I cannot afford paper.
I cannot afford printer ink.
I cannot afford to be house-ridden for a few days because I had to walk around town for this booklet that doesn’t even need to be printed.
However,
I cannot afford not to do the above things.
Fuck everything right now.
Spent the night on Tinychat with a few people.
They were actually having decent conversations, aaaand there was only one penis the whole time.
”Ben likes to eat poop for breakfast. BUT… One day he decided to have some wee. He quite liked it. It cured his cancer, which he didn’t have in the first place. Shit is weird. People are weird. Some people don’t like other people which I don’t understand. Everyone should like, cover themselves in glitter, drink alcohol, get stoned and like, love each other in a big orgy. Love is everywhere if you look hard enough.
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| — | Sophie Zavala when she was drunk once. |
It’s 1:20am on Friday the 25th of May, 2012.
I’m going to buy an energy drink with the very last of my money. I’m going to sit in a park. I’m going to draw. I’m going to smoke the cigarettes that Lukey bought me today because he is such a kind, lovely person. And I’m going to fucking relax.
Artbook. Pencil. Sharpener.
No eraser. Because there will be no mistakes.
I can’t erase things from my mind, I see no reason why I should be able to erase them from a page.
