In exactly 8 days time, I must return to that establishment called an art school. In all honesty I don't like school.
For example when school started, people looked down on me because I wore painting clothes to school, mostly overalls and jumpers. Then after my work was displayed, people wanted to be associated with me. Yucks.
Well these people don't want to know me, they want to know my work! Insincere people is an awful thing of life that we all have to contend with... But I try to avoid them.
I wonder if this will turn me into some recluse!
Well I'll just cherish my last days of pure freedom before returning to that hole.
Yours truly,
Viskous









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"What business does a Vulcan, a Man and a Tribble have in my sickbay? Speak quickly!"
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WHERE'S MY TWO OTHER FACES?
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A life without music is like not having any air to breathe
Maybe trugding through the crap art will break this artist block...?
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Art is the right of all sentient beings.
Please, Won't you stop by my shadow gallery? ---> [link]
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WHERE'S MY TWO OTHER FACES?
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Art is the right of all sentient beings.
Please, Won't you stop by my shadow gallery? ---> [link]
Of course, we artists lead very, very secret lives. Speaking of bios, you seem like a person who writes. Why not join my friend's website? (I'm marvelling at her because she's only 16 and she can come up with stuff like this!)
It's a new site, so there barely are any members at the moment. Give it a try for kicks?
[link]
Which artist's life do you like the most?
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WHERE'S MY TWO OTHER FACES?
I have some ideas for stories tho, just can never put them into words or get a solid plot going.
Nice site! I'll give it a try.
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Art is the right of all sentient beings.
Please, Won't you stop by my shadow gallery? ---> [link]
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