Nothing like good music and a blank page. I was hung up on some haunting lyrics, last night.
It was almost subliminal, while I was drawing something. Then I had a hard time sleeping like I should be thinking hard about something, sorta like I forgot to get something important done...but of who and what capacity( C.M.Burns)
... so I said whatever, then slept and of course, these thoughts must have sent their Royal Vizier to my dreams, like I owe them some shit. Weird dreams, stupid douchebag dreamscape representatives with nothing better to do than to fuck with my pattern...it's all good, had some Vector cereal and bounced in the morning.
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