Obligatory scrawling

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by stunoisgod

by stunoisgod

The smoke blowing back into my face, the giant winds cascading, groaning against the silhouette trees.

The dark blue sky, undetailed like saturday morning cartoon backgrounds

It is with casual compulsion that I create.

If I do not then I feel like wasted energy, immortal monkey with no type-writer

I got some racks, yeah, yeah (what?)

I got some bags, yeah (racks)

I write this in the same way a college student hastily throws together their project that is due for tomorrow

Or a frantic caveman spreads primal pigments on a cave wall

I draw, I write, I fucking uhhhh make music and uhh fucking uhhh

Videos and shit.

They shout downstairs, My stomach hurts soon i will feel the cold clammy muck of le dirty water spout in between every finger.

It may never be again.