“I’m not an identity crisis”

“This was planned,” -Ms. Neko Case. Well if I’m planning it’s from the ground up. Which starts in my parents basement, mixed with a trip to the art store, and some fucking guts to bite my tongue and hold still over and over again to actually use my pencil and my head. Over and over, because what else is there? I run around but, no ones watching. I’m gonna hold still and find my brain again, if I need to run I’ll use my feet and lungs.




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