When you jump into sanity again. Well, where the fuck were you?

A pixelated representation of a photograph through a pixelated screen that monitors your reaction upon first glances and second chances.

Pictures on glitchy over pixelated pictures.

Smart Collage Applications.

Ima finish this spray paint thing soon. Needa check the inventory and pigment collection. Its to educate the children through images at the school across the street.

My time at arthouse was the most unproductive time period I have ever had. Not this night but the other ones. Futon cocaine binge, sleeping, drinking, and staying hi to keep DIS away. ( I did half of one painting my entire time there.) Good times they say, I think. But at least Dis is better than Zombie cocktail pills. At least Dis has an expansive vocabulary and interacts with his surroundings pinned up words compounding, sounding like 8 people at one gene pool. (Communicating for sake of group aquatic sports correlation). DIS is better.

This place is pretty cool, there's a nice breeze there.

Now its straight again.

I love you tobacco industry, if you're reading this, I Love You.

Peyote Fucker with Gods eyes.

So this is gonna happen soon. Should be dope.

Lying down, never always sometimes maybe Lying down.

People always lookin hella suspect, question the integrity and the credability always. Your exagerated facial expressions and tonal vocal fluctuation imply you needa practice your delivery or yeah.