Maybe working will mean I don't have to think. December always feels like this. Funereal filibuster hibernation until march. Painting will restore my ego surely- head stuck in the sand until then.
December 3, 2024 at 5:45 AM
Maybe working will mean I don't have to think. December always feels like this. Funereal filibuster hibernation until march. Painting will restore my ego surely- head stuck in the sand until then.
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November 20, 2024 at 9:49 PM
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