
"Drinking Urine" is the name of my new band. Do you like it? We rock pretty hard.

Welcome to my world.

Do I expect too much from myself, or am I actually really continually falling away from my dreams?

Speaking of dreams, this was on the previous page of a half-finished sketchbook I just started into. This was a drawing of a dream I had years ago. I don't remember the exact details - just that a girl was sitting in a chair and tied to a lone tree, and no one wanted anything to do with her. The part I clearly remember was that she seemed completely at peace.
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