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Because words are fickle.
A whiny, narcissistic tale of existential dread. BEST-SELLER.
A thought I had after spilling sprinkles on the floor.
Hoping I’ll be forgiven for the extensive naps and consumption of vapid media.
A friend suggested I draw something about a “journey” or “a big adventure.” This is what I came up with.
A thing I was thinking about.
Just doing some self-reflection.