Friday 20 May 2011

It's funny.

Inappropriate perhaps. But after a while inappropriate humour is all I have.

I am broken and broken down. A major cause is me. I work too hard. The other is my shitty job. The one I resigned from.

I'm still doing work for them even though I'm also in this pit because of them. They have a situation and they need me. When I'm depressed I'm straight. I say what I see.

It's funnt because why the fuck do I bother? I whored myself for someone elses dream. Cunt couldn't deliver for me.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"