FREDWARDFALL

We all need someone to have our back.

C'mon punch me once again

In control I used to be,

I'm flying my kite through the dark of the night.

And if my kite breaks, I'll break by its side.

Get Festivalized and then get surprised,

Every step I did

has ended up in shit.

Every step I'll do

will end up in poo too.

Depression has many faces. And voices. But they all try to do or say the same thing to you. Keeping you in a constant condition of fear, anxiety and doubt. In a state of stunned lethargy, so that you can't fight it.

It hates to get surprised or confronted. And that's probably the only way to fight it.

Do new things. Be unpredictable and break the always same poor prison it wants you to stay in. But only fear keeps you there. The prison itself is just a projection of your fears. Fight the fear and throw it back to the depression.

...and flattens you to a pancake existence with your blood spilling out like it's sweet marmalade, just to make you more delicious when it eats you up alive.

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There's no way out, I tried them all.

On every end there is a wall.

I'm trapped inside a vicious maze.

Counting down remaining days.

The soul can be consumed.

Fairytaled and doomed.

Be sure to take good care.

Of your little white square.

If you wonder why the soul is a square sized blank... don't ask me. I'm not creating them. I just visualize it. 😉

That's the great difference and benefit too - humans create something from nothing. For a reason, a cause from emotion or a problem, a need.

Machines copy that. Mix it up. Illegally.

That's the reason A.I. art always looks emotionally empty and lifeless.

The problem is, that the missing of art and artists, starving now from A.I. art, will be recognized too late.

Hey friends.

Sadly I can't draw or post anything anymore cause after losing everything, now being close to homelessness and in a situation where in fact everything that I try or do is not working - now Photoshop and MacBook aren't working at all. No solution, no idea, but even nothing that I can do. In fact.

This is unrealistic, unfair, unbearable and unexplainable but obviously I'm living in hell or a parallel universe, not in any reality everyone else exists.

We're going down the drain..

More or less - happiness.

Dear mums all over the world...

A short story about a familiar problem that is so obviously misguided that we we absolutely could be aware of it.

But... In the heat of the moment emotions take over and they are often not reasonable. But rage and anger aren't always wrong feelings. They only need to find and hit the right one.

Mind that.

There once were two sisters. Sympathy and Cyanide. Sympathy was nice and kind and beautiful. But soon she died from cyanide. Cause cyanide is toxic.