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Following up with how I haven't slept last night because I was on a porch in Amsterdam at 2 AM, talking to a beautiful girl I hadn't seen in two years who let me sleep there for the night, ecstatic to see me, only to rush back home at 6 and fake having slept there, showering and giving my mother her birthday present then heading for school *Breathes for air* - Might not be the best thing. But facts are facts.

I seriously should've gone to visit her earlier. Last person I'll always be able to talk to about anything, and then the fact that she used to hate me as a kid. Irony.

Also, me and Eltha are trying to fix up a nightly wacom sketching dealio, so we can both get better at drawing and get in killer tablet practice at the same time.


I leave you with this little piece of prose I call idle truths.

"Wreak Hell upon the mirror. Let the shards of glass slice all that is untruthful."

Damn. Sounds like something straight from a melodeath band. Maybe I should be a songwriter <sub>(harhar.)

"Down through the centuries the notion that life is rounded in a dream
has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets.
So doesn't it make sense that death, too, would be wrapped in dream?
That after death, your conscious life would continue,
in what might be called a dream body?
It would be the same dream body you experience in your everyday dream life,
except that in the post-mortal state - you could never again wake up.
Never again return to your physical body."</sub>