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September 29, 2011 / b. honey

don’t get it twisted

at the end of the day, we're all babies in robot suits.

the name of the game is getting paid for doing what i love.
creating is the closest you can be to the creator (in my humble ideology).
my craft isn’t even to the point of perfection that i’d like to be at.
but here we are…

just trying to make a living. just trying to make a life.
can i do it??
not much money, but i’m happy when i work. i work all the time.
sometimes i even get paid for it.

not trying to compete with motherf*ckers.
i’m putting in work to get my name.
i don’t want praise. i’m tryin to DESTROY MY EGO.
serious. it’s a monster. i bet yours is too! don’t lie.
still, i wouldn’t jump into the game if i didn’t have it goin on.
i’m not stupid. i’m skilled. i’m confident.

what i’m really hoping happens is that the system crashes in 2012 so we don’t have to live with this “money” and these “insecurities.” wouldn’t it be nice to be truly free??

so sorry, ya’ll. no masters’ degree or some yuppie job of offices and pee tests.
it’s my soul.

also, last thing that needs to be said izz i’m not a mythical creature, i’m a fucking psychic.

don’t get it twisted.
cavebaby

i believe that all the gods are beautiful ♥

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