Update.

Many things got fucked up along the way.
There was a thousand pound penny that weighed down on my chest.
My horoscope stopped making sense.
So did my art.
I felt sick and blue. And yellow and green and red, too.
I still do.

Give me a sign

My
life
is
so
static.

I'm
waiting
for
the
big
moment
in
my
life,
but
I'm scared.


So,
so,
so
scared
that
it
will
never
happen.

S

O

C

I

O

P

A

T

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