Sometimes I can't express enough what I'm feeling through a simple picture. I'm starting to see the visual arts for what it really is; I hate it. Listening to Charles Hamilton a lot can start f^^king with your mind. He's got it lucky. He always complains but he's got it lucky. The reason why is really simple: He has his voice. He can use his voice
and his music to give us (the "Starchasers") an idea of how he really feels. All I have is a damn paintbrush and canvas. I feel that if I was given the opportunity to express myself through music, I would. Hell, when I'm depressed, I can't even find enough ambition to pick up a paintbrush or do anything...I guess what I really wanna ask people is: Can you hear me out??
[Heart/broken]
WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE BLOGGERS?
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