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I dreamed that I was you.
I dreamed your ego died.
Said, 'who loves you more than I do?'
I know you lied.
But me, but you.
Not me, Hate you.
Love me, love me, hate you.
Want me, fuck you, hate me.
Kill you, Fuck me, like you, want me.
Like you want you fuck you.
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck me.
You never loved me.
"Angels Fuck & Devils Kiss" - Jack Off Jill

Yesterday was a bad day. It's a bad day every year, but things seemed to get under my skin just a tad bit more. Above it all, I couldn't draw anything.
And for those of you that know me on a personal level know I tend to get really psychopathicviolent when I can't draw, especially when I need to.
However, when the song above started to play on shuffle, this image popped into my mind and drawing was a lot easier for me. (My mom hates that song with a passion).

So yeah, this rage.
Rage towards all those fucking assholes who have fucked with me lately.
Rage towards my family that doesn't give a fuck if I'm still breathing.
Rage towards the wasteofbreath Birthday Boy.
Rage towards me who can't break December.

Huge eyes, huge hands. Do I care? Not a fucking bit.
(:
Her hair is a more crimson red, but my scanner killed it as it does most things.

Mediums: Primsa pencils & markers
Time: Close to 6 hours (back broken yet?)

Ok, I'm done ranting. Sorry (:

Description
I dreamed that I was you.
I dreamed your ego died.
Said, 'who loves you more than I do?'
I know you lied.
But me, but you.
Not me, Hate you.
Love me, love me, hate you.
Want me, fuck you, hate me.
Kill you, Fuck me, like you, want me.
Like you want you fuck you.
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck me.
You never loved me.
"Angels Fuck & Devils Kiss" - Jack Off Jill

Yesterday was a bad day. It's a bad day every year, but things seemed to get under my skin just a tad bit more. Above it all, I couldn't draw anything.
And for those of you that know me on a personal level know I tend to get really psychopathicviolent when I can't draw, especially when I need to.
However, when the song above started to play on shuffle, this image popped into my mind and drawing was a lot easier for me. (My mom hates that song with a passion).

So yeah, this rage.
Rage towards all those fucking assholes who have fucked with me lately.
Rage towards my family that doesn't give a fuck if I'm still breathing.
Rage towards the wasteofbreath Birthday Boy.
Rage towards me who can't break December.

Huge eyes, huge hands. Do I care? Not a fucking bit.
(:
Her hair is a more crimson red, but my scanner killed it as it does most things.

Mediums: Primsa pencils & markers
Time: Close to 6 hours (back broken yet?)

Ok, I'm done ranting. Sorry (: