I’m not doing my essay tonight and I have a serious urge to create a facebook account
iant believe ivenever seen bubble boy before like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat
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I am so tired
if I were employed I’d be fired
there is no way I’ll finish
my time has diminished
just dying as I draw this crap
the perfect time to spit a rap
I used to art
now it looks like fart
— marnizzle grahlmizzle
I had a dream that it was the apocalypse or something and there were like seven tornadoes in Toronto and me and my friends were sitting on a windowsill on the top floor of ocad watching them all. I’m still thinking about it.
Sometimes I go back in time and that’s where you know me from, but I’m not like that anymore.
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