sometimes my shit writings aren't shit

And sometimes they are and they're sort of letters to me. I don't like living in this form of transitional waiting to get an apartment housing it like literally hurta. I guess at amensia point man. Its gotta be my blog is up to 2015 for any of my life to make sense to me. Like it wouldn't be pivitol if i didn't write for a day or 23 because i threw everything up here on this blog. Really this blog is to explain my artwork. I can barely type at this point i cant imagine how i exist without cigarettes and think i must have told my life story by now and have the place weighing me down. Please die everyone from where i live so i can be alone. Tomorrow is annas birthday. The ex girlfriend in the about me section and the day they went back to the future in the 2nd film. I never thought this would be 2015. My conditions are nowhere near where they should be. I wonder if reubin thinks i have enough artwork in this mode to make a movie yeah surely so. All this saving from a phone. I cant logic the place i live but i can in my mind assuring i dont talk much ro anna until im rich. Alot of my artwork is like sublet art to being on a tv show and im trying to program chaos magic into my profile like and i do all that and i do it for a while and put on occupy fashion. And i do rate those fashion products. But im trying to pretend this isnt going on but if i waited for my teeth id have no art from that period and i think it makes sense what im doing at the time because my mentality on my medication hasnt informed me of the sad truth of my poverty. But then anna could see so there was no hiding. And deep down thats my only audience in life. When ive made art anna can watch ive made art. But i had to do the 2013 show art or theird be no story no fashion no bling ring of life.