mack

trying to communicate ideas through language and it doesnt suffice so you turn to the abstract image and then people want to be talking to you about the images NO!!!!!! ! ! ! ! ! !

love the word fruitless. arguing with you is like if there was no apples involved whatsoever

it takes great bravery to spend my life on shit no one cares about but i do it. i do it

tired at work because i stayed up late last night learning blender. it’s all i can think about. i close my eyes, i see blender. all my dreams last night were seen through the lens of blender. i need to go home to her. i can’t be here right now. i can’t be here.

i’ve temporarily emerged from my blender-fueled haze, but only because my friend asked me to get dinner with her, and truly thank god for that because i’ve forgotten to eat since breakfast. at work this morning i had half a shot of coffee, my period, and one ibuprofen, and i felt like the whole world was electricity. everything around me looked like something i could make in blender. i couldn’t stop pacing. i kept looking down at my hands and realising they were clenched. i got off an hour and a half into my shift because we were overstaffed and i volunteered to leave. the thought of doing the one thing i wanted to do while my blood felt carbonated was overwhelming so when i got home i went for a run. i do not ever run. this is the power of blender. finally i sat down in front of my computer. hours later i come to and all i’ve got to show for this missing time is an animation i can’t even post because it’ll doxx my place of work.