Omg he's just like me
https://youtu.be/16RdEtQL9EQ
I'm floating, as a nothing, forever, as an anon, and that's ok, because any time I want to be a gay namefag, I can be, and then I can do work that I can take credit for, but when I want to be the hive again I can be, and I can float, and I can say hello, and I can see, I can see you, and you can see me, and we can make beautiful music, harmony, why sow discord? Music is more fun. MORE FUN is the name of the game! More joy! More happiness!
Oh man...wait now what do we have here? Ahhh the hive mindset, ohhhj remember that, how nice, we do. The hive mindset, ahhh so nice to be a piece of a whole, a cell in a body, relaxed, not thinking, barely lifting anything at all, just doing, going, flowing, with barely any effort, effortposting is for namefags, namefags are gay...
I really wish the precipitate for the collapse would have been something innocuous like a rare flower, or a foreign type of coinage, but no, it was a large cock of a black raced person thus complicating my psychic relationship with the black race tremendously (of which I am myself mixed and thus apart of)
Realistically I did not have a mental collapse "because of BBCs", there was a lifetime of experience preceding the collapse
And if I never make good art and everyone only laughs at my drawings at least I made them feel better about themselves
But I guess I have to make bad art to make good art....I hate it, just have to plug my nose and make bad art until I can make good art
Ok guys I made some faces for you they're not attractive faces or anything (unless any of them are you're thing). I know I'm terrible but I see potential in myself and I hope I'm not just lying to myself. But when I draw I feel this special kind of fulfilled sometimes, most of the time when drawing I feel desperate and horrible but there's these glimpses of what could be and it gives me some hope
The Trench