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I used to want to write books. I never could and I never will. I have no follow through nor unique ideas. I used to want to share art with the world. I never will. It is lost in the noise of mediocrity. I used to want to write poetry. A stupid endeavour. Cringeworthy now. I used to want to make things. I never could and I never will. My fingers are clumsy and my creations bland. Instead I sit in indecision. I create nothing. I do nothing. I come to the realisation that I am nothing. Always was and always will be.

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Duck this shit I’m out

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Best things kids have said to me during Trick or Treat tonight:

“Dude check out this house!” “Yeah dude, this is the OG Halloween House!” - two teen boys dressed as ninja turtles as they approached my front door. Do kids today say dude or were they just in character?

“Wow. Aesthetic” - tween girl as she walked down our bridge dressed as Wednesday.

“I love your bridge! Make me one!” - a young girl dressed as a zombie cheerleader upon hearing I had built said bridge.

“You do have a bridge!” - two more zombie cheerleaders, ten minutes later. My bridge is the talk of the playground.

“I love your Hooty decal!” - many many children. It’s great to know there are lots of Owl House fans about the place.

“Is your garden magic?” - a very small boy dressed as Hermione Granger.

“Excuse me, but you have a spider on your head.” - whispered by a child dressed as a pumpkin. They were right. I did. It’s name is Isabella and it was my hat for the evening.

“Witch house! Witch house! Witch house!” - a group of seven or eight year olds. Apparently we have a reputation.

“We come here every year!” - several families.

“I a wich. Happy Haywoo!” - the tiniest witch I have ever seen in all my days.

“Can I pat your cats?” - so many children. They actually came inside the house to pat the cats who were sitting on the chair by the door. I knew three of the kids who came in the cuddle my cats. Upwards of twelve came in to the entryway. I didn’t know those kids. It was an experience.

Added to this several people took photos with my cardboard monsters and signs. A couple of kids accidentally followed the path down in to the garden and missed the front door completely. I got a surprise hug from a very small SpiderGirl and got to pat four dogs. We gave out over 400 pieces candy and then gave out bags of chips when we ran out. It was a good Halloween.

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Oil pastels

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I have begun to try and write more regularly again and this week put up a Might Boosh fic and a Yuri!!! On Ice fic.

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It was my pleasure. To show you my love in what little way I am able. xx

Littleredchucks gifted me this short story about young Vince meeting Charlie, and I want to share it with all of you!

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My daughter’s soul lives in the breeze

In every spark of sun

In every rain drop

And wisp of cloud

With nature she is one.

In every rainbow in the sky

In puddle, pond, or sea

Where colour paints the world so soft

I whisper, “there is she”.

When daisies dance

And roses bud

And cherry blossoms fly

I know it is my daughter’s soul

singing: “Here am I.”

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I am apparently still Dan/Jones Nathan Barley trash.

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Was finally chucking the last of my old art stuff and found this guy under the drawers. And like, same dude, same.

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No you are listening to Bulgarian Trap music while cooking weird polenta at 10pm

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Two years ago, my last attempt at painting faces, was supposed to be my idea of what Yuri P. and Otabek Altin would look in their twenties. Never got past the linseed oil sketch stage out of fear of ruining them completely. Sometimes I miss painting so much it hurts.

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I have two large bougainvilleas growing in front of my little home. I planted them years ago and they remind me of a time when I was a different creature, when I thought I could write and paint, when feeling content was the default. Seeing them now makes me a little sad sometimes but I’m glad I had that time in my life.

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No more school work. Dragon has spoken.