typical

hypobulic hypomania

mortido

a thousand eyes and yet not one eye. a thousand forms and yet not one form.
stop it stop it stop it stop it

мяукание

plus one unrelated:

products of a half hour

kill time

I now have a schedule of boredom.

I am being productive in all the wrong ways.

destrado desperado

writing words that aren't really words at all. everything is talking to me at once.

expression (none)

if you're not blind and deaf, how can we pollute your head?

hold it now hit it

postin'

i'm so happy

automatic writing

liftoff.

digital waste

blah blah i hate technology blah blah

psychic disturbance

they won't forget you when the revolution comes.

got more paint

(really big and totally kinda glows in the dark)

never relinquish the initiative.

preliminary

^this one would make a fun colouring project for the bored^

how did it get this early