Crazycrone (crazycrone) wrote,

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A Willy Wonka Sour Ice Lolly In My Gob...

Torment in my soul...Warm winds wailing around the tower block...
Let's see, family situation still hairy,a good friend is currently actually killing himself with booze, and I can't seem to help, no money, no inspiration, I'm unemployable, and incapable of climbing up the coalface again, anyhow. Don't think I can draw any more, but I keep doing it.
Dreamt last night I was in the huge hotel/theatre/school, and chasing after Richard E. Grant (!?!) who just mocked my devotion. I kept chasing anyway. Bleurgh...

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