10 September 2009

Is time rushing by very fast for you too? I come home, make a cup of tea, and suddenly it is dark and the cat is awake again. It's not even heroin tea, and there are no poppy filled pastries in accompaniment. My head hurts, can I say that? Also, I'm sorry I pissed Factory off, because if he would stop by once in a while I would say I would like to commission a postcard sized oil painting for twenty dollars canadian and start a craze among the many hundreds of his internet fans.

*That way he can play, sorry, bleed emotion and intellect onto the canvas, in lots of different colours in preparations for the masterpieces inside him to tear their ways out.

p.s. I am serious except when I am joking and I am not joking about desiring detritus

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