i just burped

love is a dirty number

some times

i just wonder what the point of doing anything is.

this morning i was going to kill myself. i might do it tommorrow instead. oh god.

it's not like i am even depressed. i am just numb and i got told my new painting is shit by my lecturer. he was right though. and some woman was looking at my stuff like she'd stepped in a turd. examining the "first year". well you can look love, and you'll be looking at that when i get you from the rear.

i am going to scream

sex crime 2007 part 1

i've got a new painting. this is it. it's about how that chinese woman cut off her loves penis in a red film i watched.