starts with having nothing to do whatsoever with the spirals. at first it's just a country-pop song that has crept into our ears and then refuse to leave. then we write the most catchy on a small rectangle of white paper. it is folded into four and we slips into the back pocket of our jeans, hoping to stop thinking about this Quite loud silence . we are still far from spirals.
think we mostly draw pretty letters forming words phrases quotes songs. then of course, of course! we need new paper. everyone knows that already scrawled notebooks, none would do the early pages, are not good enough when we want to begin to assemble nice letters.
how perfect excuse to cuddle textures of paper as if you knew anything, as if that made all the difference in the world. we choose a smooth tablet from bristol the red blanket. near the blue book media mix, we see that it would be nice here too. how to resist to the appeal of sharpie highlighters, yellow, not neon but true primary yellow? Add to all this a black spiral notebook, smaller, and it does not bother because black is not even a color. the Faber-Castell are also black; our color scheme is safe.
to the fund, asked if the bags cost five cents. as if it were obvious, we are told that "it costs nothing, bags" and we retain for not correcting this assertion. Once again, we do not understand that employees this store of material for artists are not more enthusiastic. if we had the chance to meet so many people who want to make things, we would be much nicer.
at that time, we only want to leave.
and I realize that it does not tempt me to write in third person.
is a bit weird.
I know exactly where I went when I started writing. I think it was linked to the anxiety of the first page, where the spiral, because it's easy to draw and it can get pretty without too much effort. before, I drew all the time, in background Funny faces vaguely monstrous eyes still unequal.
it's been a while since I write to say nothing, but it's a bit misleading, I have things to say anytime, it's just that rarely dare. Today I feel pretty far from me so it does not bother me hardly at all. it helps, feel as if we were not home.
is not new, but it was not as bad for a while.
boredom I feel myself climbing up the members. I'm tired. I want to spend all my time with his nose in books that tell everything except real life. I want to draw and nothing to show people. I want to buy a tiny house in a cul-de-sac, and paint quotes on the walls.
but for that, I do my best to practice calligraphy and overcome performance anxiety on the first page. hence the desire to cheat and draw spirals.
this text was written in red ink.
think we mostly draw pretty letters forming words phrases quotes songs. then of course, of course! we need new paper. everyone knows that already scrawled notebooks, none would do the early pages, are not good enough when we want to begin to assemble nice letters.
how perfect excuse to cuddle textures of paper as if you knew anything, as if that made all the difference in the world. we choose a smooth tablet from bristol the red blanket. near the blue book media mix, we see that it would be nice here too. how to resist to the appeal of sharpie highlighters, yellow, not neon but true primary yellow? Add to all this a black spiral notebook, smaller, and it does not bother because black is not even a color. the Faber-Castell are also black; our color scheme is safe.
to the fund, asked if the bags cost five cents. as if it were obvious, we are told that "it costs nothing, bags" and we retain for not correcting this assertion. Once again, we do not understand that employees this store of material for artists are not more enthusiastic. if we had the chance to meet so many people who want to make things, we would be much nicer.
at that time, we only want to leave.
and I realize that it does not tempt me to write in third person.
is a bit weird.
I know exactly where I went when I started writing. I think it was linked to the anxiety of the first page, where the spiral, because it's easy to draw and it can get pretty without too much effort. before, I drew all the time, in background Funny faces vaguely monstrous eyes still unequal.
it's been a while since I write to say nothing, but it's a bit misleading, I have things to say anytime, it's just that rarely dare. Today I feel pretty far from me so it does not bother me hardly at all. it helps, feel as if we were not home.
is not new, but it was not as bad for a while.
boredom I feel myself climbing up the members. I'm tired. I want to spend all my time with his nose in books that tell everything except real life. I want to draw and nothing to show people. I want to buy a tiny house in a cul-de-sac, and paint quotes on the walls.
but for that, I do my best to practice calligraphy and overcome performance anxiety on the first page. hence the desire to cheat and draw spirals.
this text was written in red ink.
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