along with a soul.
Along with an inchoate piece of artwork...
and me.....
i was a ball of mussitated excitement... only slightly...
then retrogradation smacked me in the face.
~i don't even know what this is~
But that didn't stop anything.... I still fought the retrograde and moved in for the kill. i opened the suitcase first....... A crepuscular smoke in my face..... well, it's more like cobwebs and dust and shit...... i won't say what was in the suitcase.... 'Cept those prismacolor everythings.... ~oh my prismacolors~... as i focus on the tool-box, the sunlight becomes evermore feeble.... i wont open it....
So the Tool-box shall stay untouched...
along with the prisma color everythings in the suitcase....
that i have yet to use.
i still lack color... even when its right there for me to use -_- .... how awful.
but, i Still Love my prismacolors...
Even though I'm an opaque pigment marker deep inside....


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