The End

I stop here, i start there... come to me

sitting in my room looking out upon a badass sunset i'm missing because of a sprained ankle

Theres an interstellar point to the equation I’m about to give. One which, in defiance of most heretic natures, triumphs over the crudely cut swath of men. Indifferent garnerating herculean misnomers.

Fake fake fake fake fake

Confusion

disarray

it's nearing the end of the week and my mind is exploding

there's so much that just gets compacted into this little amount of space of a day

i'm lost for a moment

yesterday was a rushhh

i got too many things done, and talked to too many people

could be maybe possibly showing work from london at mah college, we'll see!

there are some weeks where it's better to keep your head between your legs, and some where you should jump off the roof of your house.

this week's leaning toward jumping off the house

august remember me

one week from now i won't be living where i am