Although it looks picturesque, I assure you it is hot, and dry and sad for the trees.
Fall already! Think again, this was taken in August during a very bad heat wave and drought!
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Little Poop Character, it’s NOT A GOOD POOP
They’re not cute, nothing is cute about poop.
What’s worse is being a piece of poop in real life. Someone who constantly makes mistakes and ruins everything. What’s worse is feeling like poop all the time, whether you exercise or eat right, or do try to do your best. But it will never be good enough. Because deep down you already know that you will always be a piece of poop. So why bother. I guess just let down the facade and show everyone your vulnerability? That you’ve made mistakes and that you’re not perfect? that you wish you could go back and be something else, before you were poop? But you can’t. I don’t think there is anything after you’ve become poop. Maybe you fertilize something, but what if it’s cat poop sitting in a damn litter box? Smelling to high heaven. You’re crap and you know it. End of Mush, it’s just crap, everyone knows it. You use it as a crutch to get people to like you, maybe, I mean that’s what I’ve heard. Make stupid little code mush for people to get my attention, HEY OVER HERE LOOK AT Me! I’m special, like a little kid. I hate myself for having no idea or conscious idea that I was doing that? Or maybe I’m questioning my very existence or the very idea of self-expression/art? Why does anyone do anything?
A GIANT MUSHY POOP. ‘Tis all it is or ever will be.
And it’s back to school…
Time for Mush Coffee
The Elixir of Enlightenment! Or Crapulence. Well, we all know what happens when we drink too much coffee so…more like Crapulence than Revelations…but one could have Revelations in Crapulence too. It’s all in perspectives…
I’ve been in a coffee mug mode lately, and in this mode I keep seeking enlightenment in some way…in these small moments of sipping hot bean liquids. Sometimes matcha latte if I want to spice things up a bit…
But I grab my journal and my mug, sip sip, write write, scribble scribble, dribble dribble. It’s not the summer of pasta anymore but the summer of mush coffee. The summer of Enlightenment! Sounds more philosophical…what it really is is sitting on my ass drinking coffee and writing terrible things about myself. But I’m getting somewhere.
The Face that Launched a thousand UGHS…
Maybe because she’s stupid.
Maybe she can’t do anything right. And messes up a lot (too many mistakes)…
UGH
Dull drum
Please, definitely try to get away from this Dull drum. Do I need to even say it? He will give you the dull drums. He will leave you saying “uhhh” yourself.
40 Years Old…Better than 400 Years Old
There’s always perspective…
Misunderstood Trash Bag
I feel like a misunderstood Trash Bag. Lumpy and dumpy lol
Mush Coffee Break
I’ve probably used that title before because I’m always drawing coffee cups. It’s time for a coffee break. Afternoon coffee break time!
I ran out of ideas, please have a seat and enjoy a coffee break. I don’t care if you don’t drink coffee, PRETEND. Grab an empty cup and PRETEND to drink, and nervously laugh. hahahahahah….
I can’t help myself, I have to put a face on everything. and this is a face of a coffee cup having its own coffee break.
tired
Tired. it’s clinging literally on your neck like an extra layer of skin, or like a turkey neck, just dangling like you just don’t give a damn…sigh…and you really are a turkey. Goggle, (Goggle?? not going to change it) gobble, gobble it all up…everything around you, absorbing all the energy, the people around you, plus you’re consuming too much sugar, caffeine, and the junk that makes you feel like you’re just getting that extra burst of umpfh to get you going only to realize it was only false pretenses, as you sit yet again, slumped in you’re chair waiting to lie back drooling and snoring and forgetting all the work that you need to be doing…
what holiday is it anyway? I feel like I just described Thanksgiving. No, Hoppy EASTER.
Well, if it isn’t Slightly Evil Easter Bunny…
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