Thursday, April 3, 2014

Board designs

(setting up an etsy atm) Have so many ideas that need to be on the bottoms of boards.

Posion Panda

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Why do I feel like I don't have any time?

Plan.

Well, 4/3/13; 3:40pm. Cup of coffee and Thom Yorke keeping me warm, feels like a gloomy sunday afternoon. My schedule is completely off. I need to move out of his house that I've been accustomed to for 20 years now, but I'm not just going to leave without a plan, just yet at least. I want to establish something before I venture. My hands are sweaty from not realizing how anxious my set aside thoughts were. Part of me wants to lock myself up for a year just to set my mind straight, but with the luxury of walking around my house butt naked and vibrating the house with music. I feel like living on an edge, maybe I'll pick up mountain climbing, taking on the highest obstacles that nature has to offer. Reaching the top, a token of gratitude towards the land and a victorious celebration to mark off for this lifetime. I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be successful, what does it take, who is involved? (side note: save up money, anyway to save up money, make fucking money, save up, laptop, write daily, write, write, write, write, make, create, fuck, FUCKKK, i want so much it's hard to sit still but I can't get up yet you feel me, fucking I just need to find a way to derail myself from excitement, how do you disable excitement, good anxious thrills that wiggle in my blood stream, I love so much, okay so that will be my alter ego, a careless by stander. My mind must be the reservoir that furnishes the layer in which my thoughts must collect, otherwise, I leak them out so frequently, so carelessly I should say effortlessly, so bound to a reassuring release that resorts in pure pleasure it's easily prone to be taken advantage of. Feeling me.