I just realised... the walls of my room probably bear a striking resemblance to my brain.
I Don't Think We'll Get The Truth
From some kids with stickers on their boots.
The Valley: Dig Vigilante
Ghetto Balj CBD at the Lionel Apartments.
(Clancy's old place)
Finally having a scanner in my little ghetto cesspit is fairly legit. All those photos taken on Rosie's lomo cameras... It's been a fun experiment.
Rose is moving next door today, into this little underneath part of the house: Ashtray III.
So there will be space in my room and I'll start painting again I guess.
Can't think of anything better to do, really.
Apart from drink... and that isn't always a constructive occupation.
Tell me: If you're so fucking smart, what would you do?
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