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I´m drawing while I should be doing something else.

I´m not regretting anything. Just stating the facts.

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I have no story for her, so she´s lacking. The bad part is, that she knows it. Welcome to a life full of suffering, honey.

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So... do androids dream of electric sheep?

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I´m kinda proud. Didn´t think, I´d finish that today.

And somehow I really like that light post.

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All behold, for I will call this: Brick red and cobblestone blue. Or: Scenes, that will never happen because stories don´t move the way you think they will.

Which has me thinking about the midgard serpent again.

Also: I never knew what they were talking about. Always wondered, though.

Also also: Hey Bonnie, hey Con.

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Behold, for I will call this: Again with the laces!

Boredom has bled me dry. I can´t fight anymore. I will now try to find me a mountain top to battle on.

Also: Hey, Fianna.

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Behold, for I will call this: tiny left arm. Look at it. It´s tiny.

Also: Hey, Sasha.

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Behold, for I will call this: gloves and names crossed out.

Also: Boredom, I know, you have me firmly in your hold, but I will escape, sooner or later. We were friends once! And now look at us! Do I have to battle you on a mountain top, before this ends?!

Also also: Hey, Con.

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Behold, for I will call this: insert something deep and thoughtfull about looking into the abyss yada yada.

Also: Hey, Bonnie. You´re sitting kinda close to the edge, honey. What? Oh, you can´t move? Well, that´s a shame.

Also also: I am weird when I´m tired.

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Behold, for I will call this: ugh, i dunno. something witty.

Also: Hey, Eliza. Nice dress.

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Gawd I´m so bored. But look at that strategically positioned pencil. I´m getting into this stuff.

Behold, for I will call this piece: I am currently loosing all the reluctance to post here and also all the cares I gave. I just... lost them. That is, what you have made me do, Boredom! That is, what I have become, because of you! All the cares... they´re gone, probably dead by now. Just another night in victorian London.

Maybe I should just sleep.

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Need to stop to put shoelaces on every boot.

Behold, for I will call this piece: Probably the best hand I ever drew. I´m looking into a dark future now.

Also: Hey, Bonnie.

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Behold, for I, the Great Bored, will name this piece: That time, when I was still into these... wormy things that hang from the shoulders. Not gonna lie, they still look kinda cool.

Also: Hey, Bonnie.

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Behold, for I will dedicate this piece to a good old friend of mine:

Oh Boredom. Hated and feared by most, only few know how to enjoy you. But it is you, dear Bordeom, that fuels my creativity. Now, though, you´re kinda annoying so could you stop. Please.

Fin

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Behold, for I will call this: looking to the left in a dress made of pink paper. It´s pink, yes.

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Oh, I remember this! First semester in a lecture about the Medieval Ages. I was paying attention, obviously.

Behold, for I will call this piece: too lazy to draw a full body, are we?

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Was browsing through sketches and found this. Who the hell is Raelle?

Behold, for I will call this piece: Rhyme unintended but not unwelcomed. Or: I just found a story corpse and didn´t even know it died.