Still can’t believe Gary Busey is on Big Brother.
Today’s the 18th of August. I still remember this day.
Usually the second part of August in insanely vivid and full on dem outrageous feelings and inspiration through horror, realism and almost apocalyptic state of mind.
I need to start creating again.
My fucking sick head fills me with so much confusion, eerie heebie-jeebies, over the top productive supressed depression that…. it makes me insanely happy.
All those people from my past… I wish them nothing but good health and success.
You should never ever kill yourself.
Its the last week that Marina is performing in London.
20 years ago my dad passed away.
I’m 24 now and it still hurts like Hell.