Well its 5 am, so I guess this is an early drop off for the dead line I gave myself (Thursday that is).
So, the piece... its a picture of my face I took last night/tonight/this morning, cut out, put on paper, drawn upon. The End
Oh... and f*** work. I appreciate a job in this stormy economy, but it drains the soul. Working for the corps. pays bills... but working for material goals is not extremely fulfilling. Material things, like my time, are disintegrating.
Don't get me wrong, I love life and I am not lazy. This work week has just been... oh, hellish?
I second that "fuck work" sentiment.
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