Greetings evildoers!
The streaky blur lines race through piles of coursework (which miraculously decreases if I levitate), rehersals rehersals musical madness mingling with attempts at vocal refinement (why? why must I sing 3 octaves higher than I've ever choked out a random chord?), art - paints not making the vitual sense that I love, no layers, no colour replacement, no histograms at hand! Phytohormones!
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