i try to meet new people here, but they hate me for being immature.
the people i HAVE made friends with are drifting away. i wonder if anyone here really likes me.
i get the feeling every time i come into the bleach room someone's thinking "shit, not him again."
facebook is the same way. about 16 friends on FB. half of them family i dont care about.
not so sure about my art...
i just need to post something good for once.








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Yare Yare Daze
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New work
Euclase [link]
HB To Milo [link]
Star Trek 4 [link]
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Yare Yare Daze
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Women are like credit cards. The ones I really want have a low interest and won't qualify me, so I get stuck with one that has a high interest, extra fees and no rewards.
EVERYTHING I ENJOY IS EITHER ILLEGAL, IMMORAL OR FATTENING!
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For every man there is a cause which he would gladly die for.
Defend the right to have a place to which he can belong to.
And every man will fight with his bare hands in desperation.
And shed his blood, to spread the flood, to barricade invasion.
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Yare Yare Daze
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For every man there is a cause which he would gladly die for.
Defend the right to have a place to which he can belong to.
And every man will fight with his bare hands in desperation.
And shed his blood, to spread the flood, to barricade invasion.
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"But I being poor have only my dreams,
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams." - W.B. Yeats
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