10AM Conscious.
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IMAGE ABOVE: (LEFT) 'THE NEXT BOOK FOR ‘RECYCLED BOOK FLOWERS’ & (RIGHT) COLOR ME TONE’S ART + KYOKO TAKEUCHI (LARGER PIECE)Fuck fuck fuck. Stream of conscious. Am I manic? Am I truly okay? So many ideas not enough time. I should meditate. Post office. Kyoko. Money. Kyra. I am beyond appreciative of my friends. She helps me without me asking for it. She is not judge mental. She is selfless. She is a reflection of me. Sweet Ashley. I want to be a better friend but I allow myself to be forgiven by me. We are adults and things come up. I can not be selfish, she has another human she is responsible for. No backspace, only forward motion. Forward warriors. I need to apply to an art related competition or funding. Spend time for the long run and trust the universe for the short run. I am doing it. It comes easier with time, like everything else. Let your mind flow and your fingers follow. Trust yourself. I should finish though I am feeling cock of from the coordination of my thoughts with my fingers with this keyboard. Every word and line is a “bar”. Slang. She will read this and learn a new word.
“Bars”