I dunno if it’s possibly lack of sleep, or burnout, or frustration, but I’m pissed off just to be pissed off. I’m mad (and fucking bored) of my own art, Im angry at the lack of time in the day, and Im mad for being cash poor (which wouldnt have even fucking happend if I wasnt in a car wreck.), I can’t tell people how I really feel for fear of retaliation, and the important people in my life look for ways they can be offended by the way I do things.
There.. I got that out.
Have some robots: