
Monthly Archives: November 2018
Pablo piccasso was never called an ass hole

I realised I wasn’t actually a fellow person; I was an idea

Overexposed, commercialised

When did we lower our standards?

I’m so tired of being lonely

Dead inside

No sugar. No sleep. No caffeine. No alcohol. No drugs. No meat. No nicotine. No leather.

A lie told once remains a lie, but a lie told a thousand time becomes the truth

I never went to art school, I just looked
