My eyes bleed alot during this era of my life. The phone is useful for the blog and i think people are scared to think ill of emojis and the new generation seems to replace the 70s in most worshipped. Black camelot the black jfk barak obaama created. Now i dont know what sort of song you want to sing. I dont know how you create this world. The people oh god them. Jesus how i hate the process of getting a free apartment. Housing. I miss the Gupta house. Childhood involved alot of cigarettes. Still the same old fear in this time. Oh i think youll look back on this period of time as poor and desperately dependent upon punk. Some people died in oregon i would still move to portland. The dream of the 90s is alive in portland. I write because it hurts not to. How long does it take to evolve my slow moving life. Why do i write this for myself if ill never read this? To justify my fine art? The disease of art i guess. Ill never look back so why leave reference points to myself all i know how to do is blog. I should have never let my computer get stolen