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The Next Day, The Birds Were Singing Again
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The Next Day, The Birds Were Singing Again Did anything interesting happen here yesterday? I will be the first one to tell you that, yesterday was a moment of weakness for me. I already heard the stories about that person. I also had my own third person brush with her after i did an illustration of a REALLY dear friend. What can i say? Ima artist and I'm sensitve about my shit. Later that person came to my blog to compliment me on my work. I had already seen her previous negative comment, so i called her out on it. I also took the opportunity to block her just to spare myself of the back peddling and justification. Leaving a comment on her blog yesterday was out of character for me. That is not what I'm here for and i didn't do it for the validation and approval of others. I just have a problem when there are people out there stirring up shit for my friends. She can write about me all she wants, but i don't have to indulge her at all with a response. If i made her Tinkerbelle Syndrome kick in and now we all have to clap for her to come back then I'll take that. I think the best thing is to just go back to masturbating to images of people that we're never going to go out and meet. |
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Masturbation and sex cures a lot of what ails us. Never is a long time.
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well, hers hopping. Early Jan will be here soon, The birds may sing an spoon The site may have one less blight. As the unseen heroes cheer her on Giving her reason to stay Why or what ever may She still will not be missed as a thorn in one's side or a pain in the butt sooner or later to descide Not soon enough for me like smoke in a bar She confusses the issues Not to see the real because Always looking at herself Away, away into the cold night Maybe to never be heard from Or anything writen insight
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Thanks, just my thoughts on this blight, on our site..
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