The best part about all this is that the chains are bound on to ourselves, voluntarily.
Do i need to start streaking random colours of paint everywhere? I really feel like doing it. I'm starting to think my Van Gogh tendencies are starting to act up everywhere and anywhere.
Someone please explain to me why I have such tendencies to be extremely arty/crazy at the same time. Life never makes sense to me. It has a habit of grabbing you from the behind and shaking it until you become a blur.
We fit the chains to give us a sense of control on what happens in our lives, in truth it limits on the things we can do...
Do i need to start streaking random colours of paint everywhere? I really feel like doing it. I'm starting to think my Van Gogh tendencies are starting to act up everywhere and anywhere.
Someone please explain to me why I have such tendencies to be extremely arty/crazy at the same time. Life never makes sense to me. It has a habit of grabbing you from the behind and shaking it until you become a blur.
We fit the chains to give us a sense of control on what happens in our lives, in truth it limits on the things we can do...
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