how does one feel when one is in the middle of drawing a picture with all their heart and soul and liver and spleen and mind and everything in the entire anatomical+metaphysical universe and suddenly realises that their only box of colours has gone missing?
i, for one, feel like a shackled-and-about-to-be-decapitated psychotic crow deprived of its lungs that has just been thrown into a steaming puddle of dragonpus.
....
-insert AWHOLEFUCKINGLOTOFHARROWINGGHASTLYGROWWLLINGROAR-
and ALL THE GRAMMAR IN THE WORLD CAN GO TO THE FILTHIESTANDHORRENDOUSEST NOOK OF HELL.
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OMG Ship..
Give it a rest. it's not all that a big deal.
-hug-
Fork Fork.
"i, for one, feel like a shackled-and-about-to-be-decapitated psychotic crow deprived of its lungs that has just been thrown into a steaming puddle of dragonpus.
" ---> Reminds me of something.
;D
*offers Ship a new box of colours*
what wud u hav done if u had a crayon eatin younger sibling? and ur a little crayon happy?
interesting way of expressing emotions :P
Let it all out.
And always keep a backup.
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