The world is so sad and broken. We have one thing we can control and that is art. It was ever thus, this is not a uniquely dark time, it’s always been on the brink.
I wrote a poem when I was young which is lost in a notebook
Full to burst, with broken dreams
It’s a wonder, I don’t crack
I don’t think that there would be a point in backing the winning horse, it’s not how I was raised. I want the skeefy horse
It is nice to win from time to time, I’m a Newcastle fan, I will enjoy our evil win in the next five years. I never won anything in my life.
But yes, let me share some of my art, it’s not great, it is art. It’s just pictures and drawings that I then overprocessed through editing software, fun though.
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